The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog in the valley of Aethelgard does not lift; it thickens. It presses against the stone of the Stone Hall like a living thing, smelling of wet wool and old iron. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border warden with a name that has been struck from the registry. You want to clear your name before the winter freeze locks the pass, but the High Marshal has branded you a traitor for failing to stop...

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