The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud sucked at my boots. It was cold. A thick, grey sludge. I pulled free. I swung the mace. It caught the guard’s helmet. The sound was a dull thud. He dropped. I did not wait. I looked up. The walls of the manor rose around me. High. Stone. Ancient. I was the last one standing. Or so it seemed. “Stay down!” I shouted. My voice cracked. It was raw. No one answered. Just the wind. It...

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