The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The stone was warm. It should not have been warm. I stood in the center of the plaza. The cobblestones beneath my boots were slick with rain that had no cloud to justify it. The city of Oakhaven was silent. Not the silence of sleep. The silence of a held breath. The bells in the cathedral tower had stopped mid-ring. The sound hung in the air, a low, thrumming note that vibrated in my teeth. I...

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