The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mist in the marshes of 1348 did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool that suffocated the reeds and the men who hunted in them. Elias crouched in the muck, his breath shallow, his eyes fixed on the glint of a rusted knife held by Silas, the heretic. The air smelled of rot and wet iron, a scent that clung to Elias’s cloak and his skin, a physical weight of the world’s decay. He wanted the...

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