The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of Oakhaven, the rhythm a dull thud that matched the beating in Elias Thorne’s chest. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were permanently stained with the lye and tannin of his trade, and he carried a leather satchel heavy with a single glass vial. Inside, the Golden Lye swirled, a substance that smelled faintly of rot and promised an...

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