The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in Harrow’s Gate did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey static that pressed against the single-pane windows of the textile mill, blurring the world into a smear of soot and wet brick. Inside the cutting room, where the air hung thick with the scent of raw wool and the metallic tang of hot iron, Elias Thorne sat hunched over his workbench, the rhythmic thud of the looms...

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