The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The blood was not bright red. It was the dull, rust-colored hue of old iron, staining the cotton of Elara’s apron as she fed the shuttle. The loom stood in the center of the cellar, a heavy oak frame that her father had built before the fever took him, and it hummed with a low, vibrating tension that she felt in her teeth. Elara wiped her bleeding finger on her skirt and pushed the needle...

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