The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The sleet was coming down in thick, gray sheets, turning the cobblestones of the lower market square into a slick of black mud and shattered ice. I stood there, my breath fogging the air in sharp, white bursts, my knuckles white around the hilt of a sword that felt too heavy for my wrist. It was a clumsy piece of iron, forged by a blacksmith who didn’t know the difference between a blade for...

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