The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The bread was still warm. It sat on the rough wooden table, a golden loaf, its crust cracked and steaming. It did not rot. It did not dry. It waited. Elias looked at it. He did not touch it. "Are you hungry?" The voice was low. It came from the corner of the room. The shadows there were thick, heavy as wool. "I am not hungry," Elias said. "You must eat. The King demands a full stomach." "The...

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