The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The letter sat on the table. It was heavy, cream-colored, smelling of old paper and dried lavender. Elias had not opened it. He had walked from the gate, across the wet gravel, to the kitchen door, and set it down. His hands were shaking. They were the hands of a man who had carried a sword for forty years, but they trembled like leaves in a gale. "Who is it from?" his son asked. Julian stood...

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