The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hum started in Elias’s teeth. It was a low, metallic thrum, like a train passing miles away, though the tracks had been ripped up years ago. He was twelve, small for his age, and he sat in the back of the council chamber, watching his father, Arthur, shake his head. The town council of Oakhaven had called a meeting to decide Arthur’s fate. They said he was mad. They said he spoke to the...

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