The Golden Myth
The alchemical residue in the city of Oakhaven did not smell of sulfur or brimstone, as the old texts claimed, but of copper pennies and wet, rotting kelp. It clung to the wool of the wardens’ coats, a gritty, metallic film that no amount of scrubbing could remove, embedding itself into the pores of the skin until the men themselves seemed to be slowly oxidizing, turning from flesh into...
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