The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended curtain of grey mist that clung to the windowpanes of the watchtower, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet earth and weeping willows, a place where time had long since ceased to flow in any straight line and instead pooled like stagnant water in the hollows of the landscape. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood with his back to the...

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