The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The forge was cold. It had been cold for three days. The coal had run out, and Master Halloway had run out of patience, and then he had run out of dignity. I am Thomas, twenty-two, an apprentice. I want the signet. It is gold, heavy, and stamped with the Halloway crest. It proves a man’s worth. It says I am no longer a boy. It says I am a smith. The air in the workshop smelled of wet ash and...

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