The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The carriage wheels bit into the red clay of the ridge, kicking up a fine, dusty mist that settled on your eyelashes and tasted of iron and old rain. You sat in the back, your knees pressed tight against the worn leather seat, your hands resting on the small, brass-bound chest that had traveled with you from the valley below. It was not a large box, barely the size of a loaf of bread, but it...

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