The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass plate on the door of the Records Annex had long since lost its shine, the letters worn down to smooth, golden ghosts by the thumbs of a thousand clerks who had never cared to read them, only to press. Inside, the air tasted of dry dust and old paper, a scent that clung to the hair and the back of the throat, a flavor that was both sweet and rotting. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the end of...

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