The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast was a riot of roasted swan and spilled wine. You sat at the far end of the long table, your armor polished to a mirror shine, your sword resting heavy on your lap. The hall smelled of woodsmoke and sweat and the rich, cloying sweetness of the festival. Around you, the men of the city roared with laughter. They were celebrating the harvest. They were celebrating the peace. You were...

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