The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The road out of the valley was not a road at all but a scar of packed mud and broken stone, winding upward into a fog so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against your skin like damp wool. You walked with your back straight, despite the ache in your knees, for you were a soldier of the old guard, and to bow before the ascent was to admit the defeat that time had already secured. In your...

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