The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The train hissed to a halt, a long, shuddering exhalation that seemed to shake the very bones of the carriage. Elias Thorne gripped the worn leather of his seat, his knuckles white, his eyes fixed on the window where the gray November mist clung to the passing fields like a wet shroud. He was a man of forty, a clerk by trade, a ledger-keeper by habit, and a ghost in his own life by choice. He...

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