The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the Grand Hall of the Municipal Archives always smelled of dust and old paper, a scent that had settled into the pores of Arthur Penhaligon’s skin over the last three decades. It was a dry, brittle smell, like the crunch of dead leaves underfoot in late autumn, and it reminded him, with a frequency that had become almost physical, of the life he had left behind. Arthur sat at his...

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