The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain hit the window of the small office with a rhythmic, hollow sound. It was the sound of water striking glass that had long since lost its clarity. Elias sat behind the desk. The wood was dark. It smelled of old paper and damp wool. Outside, the city of Ashworth moved in a gray blur. Factory smoke mixed with the low clouds. The air was thick. It pressed against the walls. Elias looked at...

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