The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain falls like iron filings, heavy and cold, settling into the grooves of your worn boots. You walk the perimeter of the old district, where the cobblestones are slick with moss and the air smells of wet ash and decay. Your uniform is soaked through, the wool clinging to your ribs like a second skin that has begun to rot. You are a man of the Law, a Keeper of the Gate in this forgotten...

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