The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in the Valley of Orenthal did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and ancient dust. I had been walking for three days, my boots heavy with the red clay that clung to every crevice of my soul. My name is Silas, and I am a seeker of things that have been lost, though in these highlands, the distinction between a man and a ghost is often blurred by the fog...

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