The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, grey curtain that smelled of wet slate and the metallic tang of the foundry smoke that clung to the valley of Millhaven, where the air itself seemed to have lost its ability to breathe freely, trapping the moisture in a suffocating embrace that pressed against the windows of the small, terraced house at the end of Sorrow Lane, where...

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