The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in London did not fall so much as it materialized, a heavy, greasy curtain that erased the distinction between the wet pavement and the sky, blurring the world into a monochrome smear of gray and black until Elias Vane, a man whose hands had always smelled faintly of varnish and cedar shavings, arrived at the gates of the Ministry of Antiquities with a crate of broken things strapped...

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