The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist lay heavy upon the moors of Ashworth, a grey woolen blanket that swallowed the stone walls of the manor and the jagged teeth of the heather, until the world was reduced to a single, breathing void where time had forgotten its name. I was seven years old, though the cold seeped so deeply into my marrow that I felt ancient, a relic of the first winter, standing at the threshold of the...

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