The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

In the dream, the ink was not black but the color of dried blood, thick and viscous as tar. It stained the fingers of the scribes, it pooled in the gutters of the scriptorium, and it seeped into the very stone of the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert. When Thomas Bradshaw woke, the taste of iron still lingered on his tongue, a metallic ghost that would not dissipate despite the cold water he drank from...

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