The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mud sucked at his boots. Every step was a negotiation with the earth. Elias Thorne pulled his cloak tighter against the biting wind. It was a cold that settled in the bones. A cold that did not leave. He carried a wooden crate in his hands. It was heavy. Inside the crate was a single object. A gold ring. It glinted dully in the gray light. The ring was his mother’s. It had been in her hair...

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