The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast was a rotting thing, a sprawling sprawl of silver platters and wilting flowers that stretched across the banquet hall of the old stone manor, the air thick with the cloying scent of overripe pears and the metallic tang of fear. Elias stood at the head of the table, his hands resting on the cold, polished wood, feeling the grain beneath his fingers like the pulse of a dying animal,...

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