The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

My hands were shaking. Not from the cold. The cold was a thing of the body, a numbness that lived in the fingers and the toes. This was different. This was in the bone. I stood in the mud of the courtyard, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a dark mirror. My sword was drawn. The steel sang a low, tired note in the wet air. Captain Thorne stood ten paces away. He did not move. He did not...

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