The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it was not the kind of rain that washed things clean, but the heavy, grey, industrial sludge that seeped into the bones of the people in Blackwood Mills, turning their joints stiff and their spirits brittle as old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his small, damp cottage, watching the water race down the glass in thin, weeping lines, his...

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