The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone. It was a heavy scent, the kind that stuck to the back of the throat and refused to leave. Maren sat at the end of the long oak table, her hands folded in her lap. She did not touch the food. The silverware lay untouched on the linen, catching the candlelight in sharp, cold flashes. Around her, the voices of the city’s elite rose in a low,...

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