The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold exhalation that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into a slick, treacherous mirror. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the guardhouse, a square of limestone that smelled of wet wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of fear. He was a man carved from the same gray stone as the walls, his shoulders broad and immovable,...

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