The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Act I The chisel bit into the limestone, a sound like a bone snapping, and I felt the vibration travel up my arm, settling deep in the marrow where the arthritis lived. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, which was a dry, biting thing that crept in through the gaps in the shuttered windows, but from the weight of the stone itself, a heavy, golden-hued block that seemed to pull at my...

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