The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mist into a gray wall that swallowed the village of Oakhaven. I stood on the old stone bridge, the only path to the sanctuary where our community gathered, and watched Lord Vane lean against the parapet. He did not look at the churning water below; he looked at me with a sneer that stripped the dignity from my uniform. "You bark at shadows,...

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