The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The blade slipped, not through the stalk, but around it, a smooth, oiled motion that left the golden stem standing straight and unbroken. You wiped the sweat from your brow with a forearm that smelled of iron and dry dust, and the wheat hissed, a sound like a snake tasting the air. It was not a wind. There was no wind. The field was a sea of gold, still as a held breath, and every stalk bent...

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