The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast hall smelled of roasting lamb and wet stone, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of your doublet. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap, feeling the cold iron of the ring on your finger. It was not a ring of gold, but of iron, forged in the dark kilns beneath the Abbey of Saint Jude. It was the badge of the Order, and it was the reason...

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