The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in the Undercity did not fall; it was forced downward by a ceiling of rusted iron and condensation, a grey curtain that never lifted. I was twelve, or perhaps thirteen, time having become a viscous fluid in this place, and I was running. My lungs burned with the taste of ozone and old copper. Behind me, the Hum was rising, a low-frequency vibration that rattled the teeth in my skull....

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