The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gold was there, bright as a coin in the dirt, and the bird sang a song that sounded like cracking glass. I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth and the image of the wren’s feathers turning black in my mind. I lay in the dark of our bedroom in Oakhaven, listening to the radiator tick, and then I checked the phone. The bank balance was down another four hundred. Mara’s chemo cycle was...

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