The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same: a hawk with feathers of spun gold circling a sky that had no horizon, its wings cutting the air with a silence that felt louder than thunder. Elias woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the phantom weight of the bird’s talons still pressing against his chest. He lay in the dark, listening to the house settle around him, the old timber groaning under the weight...

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