The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron ring hummed. It was cold. I held it tight. My fingers bled. The blood ran down the shaft. It smelled of rust and old rain. I was in the hall. The walls were stone. They were damp. The torches flickered. Shadows danced. They looked like hands. They reached for me. I did not blink. I stared at the door. The door was oak. It was locked. The lock was brass. It was tarnished. I had been...

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