The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The seal was broken. Elara held the parchment in her hands. It was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of old wax and iron. The ink was black, stark against the page. A single crest sat at the top. A lion. It held a scale. The scale was empty. She was not supposed to be here. She was a scribe. A ghost in the machinery of the court. Her job was to copy. To transcribe. To exist only when the quill...

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