The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast in the Guildhall smelled of roasted pork and stale ambition. I sat at the far end of the long table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the Guild Master, Alderman Vane, raise a glass of amber wine to the room. He spoke of prosperity, of the coming winter, of the legacy we were building for Oakhaven. But my eyes were fixed on the small, velvet-cushioned box resting on the table before...

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