The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The feast hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat. I stood by the hearth, my hand resting on the hilt of my constable’s sword, watching the village elder, Alderman Thorne, raise a goblet of wine to the rafters. The firelight caught the silver in his hair, but his eyes were cold, fixed on me with a weight that felt like a physical...

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