The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, cold mist that clung to the wool of their cloaks and seeped into the marrow of their bones, blurring the horizon until the forest ahead was less a place than a shadow, a vast, breathing void that seemed to swallow the light of the dying day, and within this grey shroud, Thomas Bradshaw walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man whose...

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