The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mortar cracked. Not the stone. The mixture. The red clay and the ash, the honey and the salt, all binding together in the iron bowl held by Ewan’s shaking hands. It was not a failure of technique. It was a failure of will. The substance turned gray. It slumped. It was dead. Ewan stared at the pile of refuse. His knees were on the cold floor of the cell. The light from the high window cut a...

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