The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chisel bit into the oak shavings, a sound like dry bones snapping under a boot, and Elias Thorne wiped the sweat from his brow with a rag that had long since turned grey. He was forty-two, a scribe from the inland provinces, and in the port city of Ostra, his accent marked him as a foreigner, a thief, and a beggar in equal measure. Outside his rented room, the rain lashed against the single...

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