The Golden Myth
The first thing the boy saw was not the sword, but the reflection of his own eyes in the steel. They stood in the center of the Great Hall, a space so vast and cold that the chandelier’s light seemed to dissolve into the shadows before it reached the floor. Outside, the wind howled against the leaded glass, a sound like the breathing of a dying beast. Inside, the silence was heavier. It pressed...
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