The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The cold in Mara’s left hand was not the chill of the Ohio winter, but a hollow, pulsing void that had eaten through the bone of her thumb and spread like frost along the metacarpals. She stood over her mother’s bed, watching the rise and fall of a chest that seemed to shrink with every breath, the air in the room thick with the scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of the old house’s...

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