The Golden Myth
The silence in the back of the truck was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Edward Ashworth’s chest as he navigated the winding, rain-slicked roads that cut through the dense, gray forest of the northern counties, a landscape that seemed to shift and blur in the fading afternoon light, transforming the familiar tree line into a shifting wall of shadows that whispered of...
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