The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of the old quarter, the jolts a rhythmic percussion against the wooden frame that mirrored the trembling of Sir Julian Thorne’s hands. He sat in the corner, his coat buttoned to the chin, the heavy wool smelling of damp horse sweat and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the fog of London clung to the gas lamps like a shroud, blurring the edges of...

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