The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall; it was poured, a thick, grey slurry that turned the cobblestones of the Keep into a slick, treacherous mirror. I stood by the high, narrow window of the interrogation chamber, my hands clasped behind my back, the leather of my gauntlets creaking with a sound like dry twigs snapping. The air inside was stale, heavy with the scent of wet wool, old iron, and the faint, sweet...

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