The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain lashed against the windows of the old estate, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of the house. We sat in the drawing room, surrounded by the debris of a life that had once been defined by status and silence. There were three of us. Me, my daughter, and the man who had broken us both. The air smelled of wet wool and stale tobacco, a scent that had become...

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