The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The train hissed into the station of Harrowgate. The air smelled of coal dust and wet wool. Elias Thorne stepped down. He was a man of forty. His coat was thin. The wind cut through it. He carried a single case. It was made of mahogany. It was heavy. Inside lay his life. Three volumes of archival data. A brass astrolabe. A set of calibrated lenses. These were his instruments. They were also his...

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