The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The cellar smelled of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a scent that had long since permeated the very stones of the Guild’s archive where Master Aldric kept the records of purity. He stood before the shelf, his hands trembling not with age, but with a sudden, violent nausea that rose from his stomach to his throat, and in the flickering light of a single tallow candle, he...

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