The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Thorne. The name was shouted by the rain, or perhaps by the Magistrate, it was hard to tell, as the sound of the downpour on the thatched roofs of Oakhaven was a constant, heavy drumming that drowned out most speech. Elias Thorne stood in the mud of the town square, his boots sinking into the slick earth, and he felt the weight of the wet wool in his cloak pressing down on his shoulders, a...

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