The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, vaulted ceiling of the Keep, a relentless, hollow rhythm that sounded like the heartbeat of a dying god. Inside the chamber, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old iron. The walls were stone, cold and indifferent, rising out of sight into the gloom. There was no window. There was only the light of the tallow...

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