The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain on the road was thick and cold. It soaked through your wool coat. You walked fast. The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, heavy sound. You carried the satchel. It was heavy. Not with gold. Not with silver. It was heavy with words. You had walked for three days. Your feet bled inside the shoes. You did not care. You were going to the estate of Lord Alden. He was the man who owned the...

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