The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ink on the parchment had not yet dried when Elara first felt the vibration in her teeth, a low-frequency hum that seemed to emanate not from the room but from the marrow of her own skeleton, a tectonic shifting of the world’s foundation that left the air tasting of copper and old rain. She stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Aethelgard, a place that existed in the liminal space...

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