The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The road to Oakhaven was a ribbon of red clay that stretched endlessly under the pale, autumn sun. Thomas Bradshaw walked it with a heavy step, his boots worn thin at the heels. He carried a satchel of leather and iron, clinking softly against his hip, containing the only thing he had left: a map. It was not a map of the land, but of the court. It was drawn in ink that had faded to the color of...

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