The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and wet wool. It was a smell that sat heavy in the throat, a physical weight that pressed against the ribs. Elara sat at the far end of the long table. She was the lowest of the low. A scribe’s daughter, but the scribe was dead, and the debt was hers. The gold chain around her neck was not for her. It was a shackle made of light. It was the price of her...

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