The Golden Myth
The dream was always the same, a golden road stretching out from the doorstep of their decaying estate into a horizon that did not exist, the surface shimmering with a light that felt less like illumination and more like a promise of permanence, but as Elias Vane walked along it, the metal beneath his boots began to flake, turning to rust-colored dust that drifted into the air like snow, and he...
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