The Golden Myth

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2026-08-17 14:22:40 -

The Golden Myth

The fire in the hearth had burned down to a bed of white ash, yet the air in the hall still tasted of woodsmoke and the heavy, cloying sweetness of roasted meat. I sat at the high table, my hands folded beneath the cloth, watching the smoke curl in lazy, indifferent spirals toward the rafters. Outside, the rain lashed against the stained glass, blurring the world into a wash of grey and bruised...

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