The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger lay open on the oak desk, its pages yellowed and brittle as autumn leaves, the ink within moving with a sluggish, arterial pulse that defied the stillness of the room. Elara Vane, her fingers stained to the second knuckle with a black substance that felt less like pigment and more like dried blood, traced the final line of the entry, her breath held tight in her chest. The air in the...

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