The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain against the slate roof of the inquisition chamber was a relentless, rhythmic tapping that seemed to count down the seconds of your remaining life. You sat at the heavy oak table, your hands folded in your lap, watching a single drop of water slide down the glass windowpane, distorting the gray, bruised sky of Edinburgh beyond. The air smelled of wet wool, old parchment, and the...

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