The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist did not lift. It thickened. Elias stood at the edge of the fen. His boots sank into the black mud. He looked back. His mother stood there. She did not call out. She just watched. Her face was a mask of stone. Her eyes were wet. "Go," she said. One word. It hung in the air. It was heavy. It was cold. Elias turned. He walked into the fog. He did not run. Running would break the spell. He...

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