The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The carriage wheels bit into the wet gravel of the lane, shaking the bones of the old scholar until his teeth chattered. It was not the cold that troubled him, though the wind off the moor cut through his wool coat like a blade. It was the weight in his satchel. Inside lay the manuscript. Not paper, not ink, but a single, pulsing vial of amber liquid. The Golden Myth. It had taken him thirty...

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