The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The air in the great hall of Blackwood Manor did not smell of the roasted pheasants or the spiced wine that had flowed in rivers since mid-afternoon, but of wet earth and rotting leaves, a scent that seemed to seep up through the oak floorboards and cling to the wool of the guests’ coats with the tenacity of a widow’s grief. Colonel Arthur Pendelton sat at the head of the table, his hands...

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