The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The door was locked. You knew it. You had checked it twice. Then three times. Now the metal felt cold against your palm. It did not open. "Is this a joke?" The voice was low. It came from the desk. Mr. Halloway sat behind the glass partition. His face was pale. His eyes were red. He looked at you. He looked at the clock. He looked at the file on his desk. The file was thick. It was yellow. It...

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