The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The vial cracked against the stone lip of the sluice gate, and the sound was sharp, a tiny, dry snap that cut through the damp cold of the mill yard. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He was twelve, and his hands were already shaking, not from the chill that bit into his knuckles, but from the effort of keeping his eyes on the water. The river Oakhaven ran beneath the bridge, and it was gold. Not...

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