The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The office of the Department of Civic Integrity smelled of stale tea and the particular, metallic tang of ozone that preceded a storm. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his fingers wrapped around a mug that had long since gone cold, watching the rain streak the glass in erratic, vertical lines. He was a man of modest stature and unremarkable features, a clerk who had spent thirty years filing...

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