The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

"You are dead, Silas. Do you understand? The ink is dry. The bird is in the cage. It does not sing because it has no throat." The voice belonged to Magistrate Corvin. He did not look up from the parchment. His quill moved with a rhythmic, scratching violence, like a beetle chewing through bark. The room smelled of damp stone and old blood. It was the Court of the High Gate, a place where...

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