The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

You are standing at the edge of the world, or so it feels, where the stone walls of the keep rise like broken teeth against a sky that has forgotten how to be blue. The air here is thick, not with the damp rot of the lowlands, but with a dry, electric hum that tastes of copper and old blood. You hold the object in your left hand, your fingers wrapped so tightly around its cold, smooth surface...

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