The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not behave like weather. It clung to the ankles, a cold, wet wool that smelled of rotting honey and old iron. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the King’s third company, marched through it with his sword drawn, the blade dull against the damp air. Behind him, the men of his company were gone, swallowed by the plague that had turned their flesh to grey sludge...

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