The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hum started in the plaster, a low-frequency thrum that matched the erratic flutter of my left hand. It was the sound of the building settling, or so I told myself, though it had a rhythm that felt too deliberate, too much like the pulse of a machine trying to find its footing. I sat on the edge of the mattress, the sheet bunched in my fist, watching the tremor ripple through my fingers like...

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