The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The silence in the Great Hall of the Citadel was not empty but thick, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, smelling faintly of stale honey and the metallic tang of old blood, where Lord Aldric stood at the center of the mosaic floor, his fingers interlaced behind his back, watching the slow, deliberate procession of the courtiers who moved around him like water flowing around a...

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