The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The smell of roasted pork and stale beer hung heavy in the air of the cellar, a thick, greasy fog that settled into the wool of Margaret’s coat and clung to the skin like a second, unwelcome layer of flesh. It was a Tuesday night in November, 1918, and the air outside the heavy oak doors of the Blackthorn Tavern was sharp with the first bite of frost, yet inside, beneath the vaulted ceiling of...

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