The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hall was thick with the scent of roasted goose and damp wool, the air a physical weight that pressed against the skin of every guest gathered for the annual harvest feast. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the periphery, his hand resting on the cold iron banister of the mezzanine, watching the crowd below. He was a man who had learned to disappear into the background, to make himself a shadow in the...

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