The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Lower Ward into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gas lamps with a sickly, trembling yellow. Elias Thorne walked with his head down, his heavy coat soaked through to the skin, the weight of the wet wool pressing against his spine like a second, colder self. He was a man of few words, a sergeant in the city watch, a...

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