The Golden Myth
We had been walking for what felt like three days, though I knew with the cold, absolute certainty of a clockmaker that it had been only four hours since we left the gate, the air thickening with the scent of wet pine and the decay of fallen leaves as the forest closed in around us like a jealous lover, the light filtering through the canopy in long, golden shafts that seemed to hang in the...
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