The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The seal was gold. It sat in the center of the parchment, heavy and cold against the glass of the display case. Elias Thorne watched it. He did not blink. The light in the archive room was dim, a sterile hum of fluorescent tubes that buzzed like trapped insects. He had come to work. He always came to work. But today, the gold looked like a lie. Elias was a restorer. He handled fragile things...

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