The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hall smelled of roasted lamb and expensive cologne, a thick, cloying perfume that clung to the velvet curtains and the sweat of the dancers. Elias stood near the pillar, holding a glass of champagne he did not drink, watching the light catch the dust motes dancing in the beams of the chandeliers. It was a feast for the eyes, a gilded cage of sound and motion. To his left, Thomas Bradshaw...

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