The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a dense, grey curtain that erased the boundary between the cobblestones of the palace forecourt and the wet, breathing sky above it. Thomas Bradshaw stood beneath the awning of the main entrance, his coat slick with a water that felt less like precipitation and more like the condensation of the building itself, a heavy, metallic dampness that...

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