The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The seal broke. Not with a crash. With a sigh. Wren Ashworth stood in the center of the hall. The air tasted of iron and old dust. He held the ledger in his hands. The leather was warm. It pulsed. Like a heart. Like his own. The fire had started an hour ago. Or a day. Time was thick here. It clung to the walls like wet wool. The house groaned. The beams creaked. Outside, the wind screamed. It...

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