The Golden Myth
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s Institute for the Study of Antiquities did not ring so much as it exhaled, a long, bronze moan that seemed to rise from the damp stone floorboards and climb the spiral stairs to your waiting room, where the air smelled of mildew, old paper, and the metallic tang of your own fear. You sat on the edge of the velvet settee, which had seen better decades if not...
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