The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The banquet in the rotunda of City Hall was a spectacle of gilded excess, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the damp, metallic tang of the November rain lashing against the high windows. Elias Thorne stood at the periphery, his waistcoat buttoned tight against a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature, his eyes fixed not on the dancing couples but on the heavy...

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