The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast was held in the hollow of a dead oak, where the roots had long since turned to stone beneath the soil. They ate with their hands, tearing at the flesh of rabbits and birds that had been left to rot in the shade, the smell of decay mingling with the sweet, cloying scent of wild honey. The air was thick with the hum of insects and the low, guttural moans of men who had forgotten the...

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