The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog lay thick on the river, a grey wool blanket smothering the world. Elias Thorne stood on the dock, his boots soaked through, the cold seeping up into his bones like a slow poison. He was a man of glass. That is how the town saw him. Not the glass of a window, clear and bright, but the glass of a shattered pane, jagged and sharp and ready to cut. He had come to the river town of Ashford...

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