The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that smelled of wet ash and the metallic tang of old blood. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the station’s break room, his uniform soaked through to the skin, the heavy wool clinging to his ribs like a second, suffocating skin. He was a man carved from the same jagged rock as the cliffs that bordered the coast, his face a...

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