The Golden Myth
The fire takes the gate. You stand on the bridge. The wood screams. It snaps. You are a guard. You hold a spear. It is heavy. It is wet. You hold a sparrow. It is dead. Its eyes are open. They are glass. They do not see. You do not blink. The castle burns. The smoke is black. It chokes you. You taste ash. You taste blood. Your brother is gone. He ran into the dark. He did not come back. You...
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