The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist in the valley of Ashford does not lift; it settles, thick and cold, pressing against the stone walls of the monastery like a damp wool blanket. You are there, in the scriptorium, the smell of oak gall ink and stale bread heavy in the air. The candles sputter, casting long, trembling shadows that seem to reach for you, for the small, bound hands that move with a precision that borders...

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