The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ale was thick and dark, tasting of hops and the sweat of the men who had brewed it. You sat at the long oak table in the tavern hall, your fingers wrapped around a clay mug that still held the heat of the fire. Around you, the noise was a living thing, a roar of laughter and clinking glass that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. This was the feast of the Guild, a night where the masters...

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