The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain against the windowpane of the Victorian manor was not a sound but a presence, a heavy, rhythmic thrumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Dr. Arthur Penhaligon’s bones. He sat in his study, a room lined with first editions and maps of coastlines he would likely never see, and felt the familiar, cold grip of the affliction tightening around his chest. It was a Tuesday, and the...

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