The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass key lay cold in Elias’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by decades of turning locks that did not belong to him. He sat on the edge of his narrow bed in the mill town of Oakhaven, the weight of the metal a small, sharp anchor against the drift of sleep. The dream had been the same for three nights: a gate of gold, tall and blinding, standing in a field of white ash. He reached for the...

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