The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The door was locked. Marcus knew it was locked. He had checked the latch three times. Yet the handle turned. Smoothly. Silently. He stood in the hallway. The floorboards were cold. They smelled of wet wool. "Did you hear that?" he asked. No one was there. The hallway stretched out. It was too long. The light from the lamp above his head flickered. He pushed the door open. It was not a room. It...

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