The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fire started in the thatch of the granary, a sudden, violent bloom of orange light that turned the night air into a suffocating wall of smoke. Elias Thorne did not scream. He did not run. He stood in the center of the village square, his boots caked in the mud of the harvest, and watched the timber scream as the heat twisted the grain until the whole structure groaned like a dying animal....

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