The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the porch of the sheriff’s office, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the mist curl around the base of the town clock tower. He adjusted the strap of his service revolver, a habit born of twenty years of watching things that were not there....

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