The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger of the Guild of Archivists was weighed in ounces of silence, a heavy, damp thing that smelled of mildew and old ink, and Elias counted the hours of his confinement in the cellar by the slow, rhythmic pulse of the light that bled from the seam in the north wall. It was a vein of gold, no wider than a fingernail, running vertically through the rough-hewn stone, and it beat in time with...

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