The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain drawn tight against the window of the watch house. It was the kind of damp that seeped into the bones, a cold that lived in the marrow. Kaelen sat on the wooden bench, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. His heart was colder. Outside, the city of Aethelgard breathed its heavy, sulfurous breath. The...

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