The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same, a cold and silent shattering that began at the knuckles and spread outward like cracks in ice, where Elias Vane would look down at his own hands and see not skin and bone but a lattice of fractured glass, transparent and brittle, catching the light of a sun that did not exist. He woke on the third morning of the week with the smell of sulfur and old sweat clinging...

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