The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The oak sat in the corner. Not a tree, of course. It was a statue. Carved from the same wood as the desk, the chairs, the heavy doors that sealed the room. It stood seven feet tall, roots gnarled like old hands, leaves rendered with such precision they looked damp. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look at it. He never did. He looked at the map. The map was blank. The pins were red. The pins were...

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