The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fire started not with a spark, but with a scent, a thick, cloying sweetness of rotting peonies and wet ash that permeated the heavy velvet drapes of the Great Hall. For Elias Thorne, the air had always held this specific perfume, a lingering ghost of the estate’s former glory, a scent that clung to the wool of his coat and the pages of his ledger. He stood now in the center of the room, the...

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