The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in from the sea, as the old maps suggested, nor did it settle gently from the sky; it bled up from the earth, a thick, gray sludge that smelled of wet coal and rotting meat. Elias Thorne stood on the porch of his cottage, watching the mist creep across the yard, his breath visible in the thin air. He was nineteen years old, though the hollows under his eyes made...

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