The Golden Myth
The road is red. It is thick. It coats the soles of your boots. You walk. The dust hangs in the air. It is a golden haze. It blurs the sky. It blurs the earth. It blurs you. You are a builder. You have stone in your hands. You have stone in your blood. The city calls itself Aurelia. It is a city of light. It is a city of lies. The Guild of Masons rules here. They are the lords of the wall. They...
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