The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the Halligan & Sons appraiser’s office tasted of dust and old varnish. It was a thick, heavy smell that coated the back of the throat. Elias Halligan sat at his desk. He was a small man. His hands were steady. His eyes were tired. He did not blink often. He watched the door. The door opened. A woman entered. She was tall. She wore a grey coat. It was slightly too big for her. It...

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