The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The frost had not yet melted from the thatch when Thomas Bradshaw mounted his horse, the cold biting through his woolen doublet with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like a personal indictment. He did not look back at the cottage door, where Elara stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face a mask of such profound, exhausted grief that it mirrored the...

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