The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter and settled into the crevices of the skin. Elias Thorne moved through this dampness with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who had long since accepted that gravity was not an enemy to be fought, but a companion to be endured. He was a fighter, or had been, in the days when...

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