The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The road to the city of Aethelgard was not a road at all, but a scar of pale stone cut through the black pine forest. I walked it with my younger brother, Elian, for three days without speaking. The air grew heavier as we descended, thick with the scent of wet iron and old paper. We were not pilgrims, nor were we merchants. We were seekers, though the word felt too small for the weight of what...

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