The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain that afternoon did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the Whitehall corridor and turned the gaslight into a bruised, hazy glow that seemed to breathe with the rhythm of the distant, churning river. Julian Vane stood before the heavy oak door of the Prime Minister’s private study, his hand resting on the cold brass knob,...

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