The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gold was cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the weight, though it strained my shoulders against the canvas straps. Not the glint, though it blinded me in the dim light of the basement. It was the cold. It bit into my palms through the leather gloves. It seeped into the bone. I am a man of procedure. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I do not dream. I do not hope. I execute orders. Or I...

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