The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet hall of the Holloway estate did not smell of roasting meats or spiced wine, but of ozone and burning insulation, a sharp, metallic tang that hung heavy in the air like the threat of a storm that would never break. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table, my hands folded neatly in my lap, my fingers trembling with a vibration so fine it was imperceptible to anyone but me, a...

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