The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud sucked at their boots. It was thick, cold, and red. Elias Vance did not look down. He looked only at the man in front of him. The man held a spear. The spear was wood. It was sharp. It smelled of pine and old blood. Elias held his shield. The shield was wood and iron. It was heavy. It had saved him once. It would not save him now. They were in the yard of the manor house. The house was...

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