The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old wine. It was a cold place, a pocket of earth beneath the manor house, where the air hung heavy and still. Elias stood at the center of the room, his breath misting in the dim light. He was a small man, precise in his movements, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the lens of his magnifying glass. He was a detective, or so he had told himself for...

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