The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ink was wet on the tip of the quill, and I was tracing the final digit of the sum for the wool shipment when the light in the cellar shifted, turning the stone walls from a pale grey to the deep, bruised purple of late afternoon. I am Elias, and I have lived in the damp stone cellar of Ashworth’s Mill for three years, ever since the marriage to Mara made the upper floor too expensive for a...

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