The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The iron pried against the gate with a shriek that cut through the fog like a blade through wet wool. Elias did not look up from his work. He was driving a stake into the mud, his shoulder hunched against the weight of the hammer, the rhythm of his strike steady, dull, and absolute. The fog was thick, a living thing that pressed against his face, tasting of salt and old rust. It was the kind of...

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