The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The road was not a road. It was a scar in the earth, black and wet, smelling of iron and rot. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. They were made of hide, thick and stiff, but they felt like lead. The air was thick. It pressed against his ears. It hummed. A low, continuous hum, like a hive of bees trapped inside a jar. He did not stop. He could not stop. To stop was to die. To think was to die....

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