The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist clung to the valley floor like a wet shroud. It smelled of iron and wet stone. I stood at the edge of the quarry. The water below was black. Still. It reflected nothing but the grey sky. I was a man of order. A man of law. For twenty years, I had kept the peace in Oakhaven. I had broken bones for the town council. I had held the line against the riots of the mill workers. I believed in...

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