The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain fell like a verdict. It hammered against the slate roof of the pub, a rhythmic, deafening drumming that matched the thumping of Thomas Bradshaw’s heart. He sat in the corner, his back to the wall, his hands wrapped around a glass of warm beer. The liquid was bitter, tasting of copper and old wood. Across the room, Julian Vane stood. Vane was a man made of sharp angles and expensive...

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