The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same, a viscous and suffocating tableau where the hands of his father, once broad and capable of shaping the finest glass vials, now disintegrated into a fine, chalky powder that drifted upward like ash from a extinguished candle, filling the air of the laboratory with a scent that was not quite amber, not quite musk, but something ancient and terrifyingly sweet that...

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