The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the Hall of Records did not merely stagnate; it curdled. It was a thick, amber substance, heavy with the scent of decaying vellum and the metallic tang of blood that had seeped into the floorboards three weeks prior, a stain that no amount of scrubbing could lift from the porous stone. Elias Thorne stood before the mahogany desk, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer,...

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