The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor house in a relentless, gray rhythm that seemed to hollow out the walls. Elias Thorne sat by the fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, listening to the water find its way through the eaves. He was an old man, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and worry, his eyes the pale, washed-out...

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