The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same: a room made of cold glass, where the air itself had weight and tasted of copper, and you were standing in the center of it, trying to remember your own name but finding only a hollow space where the sound should have been. You woke with the taste still on your tongue, the sheets tangled around your legs, the clock on the nightstand ticking with a mechanical...

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