The Golden Myth
"It’s not a ghost, Elias. It’s a leak." The voice did not come from the snow, nor from the treeline where the pines stood like black sentinels against the grey sky. It came from the inside of his own head, sharp and clear, cutting through the static of his failing heart. Elias Thorne stopped walking. The cold was a physical weight, pressing against his chest, a vice tightening around the ribs....
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