The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The river was not water. It was a sheet of hammered gold, seamless and cold, stretching out into a fog that tasted of iron and old stone. Elias stood on the bank, his feet sinking into the silt, watching the surface ripple without breaking. He was a man of few words, a tanner of leather in a city that had forgotten how to smell of anything but coal and fear. His hands were stained dark, the...

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