The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast was a cacophony of iron on bone and the low, guttural chanting of men who had forgotten how to speak softly. In the great hall of the keep, the air hung thick with the smell of roasted boar, stale ale, and the wet, metallic tang of blood that seemed to seep from the very stones. Sir Kaelen sat at the edge of the long table, his armor polished to a dull, reflective sheen, though the...

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