The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The cellar smelled of damp earth and old iron, a scent that Elias had known since birth. He sat on the cold stone floor, his hands resting on his knees, fingers trembling slightly. Above him, the heavy oak door was closed, but not locked. It had never been locked in his family’s cellar, not since the war took his father and left his mother with eyes like polished glass, unseeing and silent....

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