The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The blade was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a weight he had carried for twelve years without question. He stood in the clearing where the mist hung low and thick, smelling of wet loam and iron, and looked down at Silas, who sat on the stone with the easy posture of a man waiting for a bus that had been delayed. The High Council’s mandate was clear in Elias’s mind, a rigid structure of duty...

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