The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in Harrow’s Gap did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the window of his temporary post, a requisitioned farmhouse on the edge of the town, watching the water bead on the glass. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco. On the table before him sat the object that had brought him here: a brass compass, its...

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