The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Sterling Foundation, blurring the city into a smear of gray and neon. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of anxiety. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium, his tie loosened, his hands trembling not from cold, but from a rage that had been building for three days. He was a man who dealt in...

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