The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high windows of St. Jude’s Infirmary, blurring the world outside into a watercolor wash of slate and indigo that made the interior feel less like a hospital and more like a reliquary holding the bones of the living. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of his office, a space that smelled perpetually of boiled linseed...

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