The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The dream was always the same, a slow settling of gold dust over the face of a man who had been dead for six years. Elias Vane woke with the grit of it in his teeth, the taste metallic and sweet, coating the roof of his mouth. He was twelve, small for his age, and the cold of the room pressed against his skin like a damp sheet. In his palm, clutched tight as a talisman, was the signet ring of...

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