The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall; it hovered, a grey, persistent mist that clung to the wool of coats and the hair of dogs. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the market square, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the cobblestones into a slurry of grey paste. Above him, the clock tower of the old town hall loomed, its face cracked by a mortar strike three years ago, still ticking...

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