The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The arrow hit the man in the throat before he could scream. I watched the blood spray, a dark fan against the grey stone of the courtyard, and then I looked up at the golden stag. It stood by the well, its antlers catching the weak winter sun, one more tine added to the crown of bone. We were thirty-two in number, trapped in Oakhaven, and the beast had grown a new branch for every soul we had...

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