The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The wind off the harbor did not howl so much as it whispered, a low, persistent murmur that seemed to rise from the cobblestones themselves. It carried the scent of brine, rotting kelp, and the metallic tang of old iron, a perfume that had settled into the marrow of every resident in the town of Oakhaven. It was a place where time did not move in a straight line but pooled in the gutters, thick...

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