The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the dampness in the stone cell had settled into my bones like a slow poison. I am Thomas Bradshaw, a scribe of no particular renown, currently imprisoned for debts I cannot pay, and I intend to be free by the time the moon is new. Across the narrow gap of the floor, Elias sat with his back against the wall, his eyes closed, listening to something I...

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