The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain was coming in sideways, a grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror. Silas Vane stood in the doorway of the Magistrate’s office, his coat dripping onto the flagstones, and watched the heavy oak door swing shut behind him. He was not a man who liked the damp; it seeped into the joints of his fingers and made the world feel smaller,...

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