The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron key hangs at your neck, a cold weight against the skin, vibrating with a frequency that has nothing to do with sound and everything to do with hunger. It is an ugly thing, forged in the blacksmith’s heat of the lower village, its teeth worn smooth by years of use, its bow shaped like a skull with hollowed-out eyes. You have carried it for three days, ever since you fled the manor...

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