The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in Liverpool did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the bones, a constant, damp pressure that felt less like weather and more like a judgment. I had come to the city with a specific task, a job that smelled of old paper and cheaper tobacco, to find the missing items of Arthur Pendelton, a man whose name had begun to...

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