The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windowpanes of the barracks, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and iron. Thomas stood before the mirror, his hands steady on the waist of his tunic, and watched the man in the glass watch him back. It was a heavy garment, the ceremonial coat, stitched with gold thread that caught the dim light of the...

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