The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, grey mist that clung to the floorboards of the Whitmore estate, eroding the distinction between the house and the damp earth beneath it. Eleanor stood by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation that beaded on the glass, watching the world outside dissolve into a blur of wet leaves and grey stone. Inside, the silence was heavy, thick...

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