The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hall smelled of roasting pheasant and wet wool. You stood in the corner, holding the brass astrolabe. It was warm to the touch. Lord Halloway’s banquet was in full swing. The chandeliers dripped light onto the mahogany floor. You were the only scholar invited. The others were merchants, generals, and wives who smiled with teeth too white to be natural. You had come to return the instrument....

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