The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog did not roll in so much as it seeped, a gray, woolen hand pressing against the eyes of the world until the castle walls of Ashworth Keep ceased to be stone and became merely a suggestion of boundaries. Sir Thomas stood on the battlements, the wet chill of the evening clinging to his doublet, and watched the mist erase the horizon. He was a man carved from silence and duty, his face a...

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