The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chalice sat in Elias’s hands, heavy and cold, its surface catching the grey dawn light that slanted through the workshop’s single window. It was a thing of perfect symmetry, the gold polished until it reflected the room back at him, a mirror that showed not his face but the empty space where his reputation had been. He wiped a smear of acid from the rim with a rag, his fingers trembling...

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