The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced from the sky, a grey, sullen curtain that erased the sharp edges of the city and dissolved the cobblestones into a slick, dark paste that mirrored the trembling gaslight above. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the abandoned textile mill, his breath a thin white ribbon in the cold air, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword that was not steel...

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