The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chrysanthemums in the garden were dying, their petals browning and curling inward like fists. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the lawn, his breath pluming in the crisp October air, watching the dust settle around him. He had been arguing with the Department of Antiquities for three hours. The men in their grey coats had come to the manor house with a warrant, a camera, and a smile that...

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