The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The wine was thick as blood, and the smell of roasting lamb hung in the air like a heavy curtain, masking the scent of damp wool and old stone. I sat in the corner of the Great Hall, my hands wrapped around a chipped clay cup, watching the light from the tallow candles flicker against the high, vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with noise. Laughter. Clanking plates. The low, rumbling drone of...

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