The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ceramic bird sat on the steel desk, its glaze a pale, sickly yellow that seemed to absorb the fluorescent hum of the station, a fragile thing in a room built of concrete and bad coffee, and Sergeant Elias Thorne stared at it until the shape of its wings blurred into the grey walls where the shadows pooled like stagnant water. It was a thing of such delicate, impossible fragility that it...

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