The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ink smelled of copper and old blood. Elias Thorne held his breath, the chisel trembling in his scarred hand as he pressed the point into the gold leaf. It was not gold, not truly, but the Guild called it such, and the price of a lie was a debt that stretched back three generations. He was forty years old, and his hands looked sixty. The commission was for the Guild Master, a man who had...

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