The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gate was locked, and the iron ring hung cold and heavy in Elias’s hand. He pulled, but the wood did not yield, only groaned under the strain of his forty-year-old arms. Behind the heavy oak door, the Abbot’s voice came through, dry as parchment and equally hard. "The pass is closed, Elias. You will not go." Elias struck the wood with his palm, the impact dull and final. "It is not closed....

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