The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The wax seal, red and cracked, sat in Elara’s palm, heavy as a stone dropped into still water. It was the crest of the Ashworth family, a lion rampant, but the wax had turned brittle in the damp air of the cellar, flaking off her thumb in dry, rust-colored chips. Behind her, the hearth fire in the upper room crackled, a sound that seemed impossibly loud in the confined space, yet the air here...

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