The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron gate groaned. It was a low, wet sound, like a throat clearing before a long, difficult word. Silas pressed his shoulder against the cold metal. He did not look up. He never looked up. The walls of the Spire were high. They were white stone. They were endless. "Open up, Silas." The voice came from above. It was thin. It was dry. Silas grunted. He pushed again. The gate did not move. He...

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