The Golden Myth
Chapter One "Put the seal down, Moreau. Now." I did not put it down. The jade seal of contested provenance sat in my palm, cold and smooth, weighing exactly what it always weighed. I looked at Commander Lefebvre. He stood in the doorway of the cellar, his uniform crisp, his face a mask of duty. Behind him, the stone keep swallowed the light. I am Juliette Moreau. I have guarded this garrison...
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