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... wine and talking.
The lyre’s gentle notes echoed softly throughout the symposium, a melody so delicate that it seemed to hang in the air like the scent of incense. Myth, as he called himself in these circles, played a serene façade. His movements were effortless, his dignity moreso.
The last notes of the song faded and a soft applause rippled through the gathering. So many had gathered since the beginning. So many had begun to whisper the Myth. Myth remained still, his fingers ge ...
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