The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The train cut through the mist like a blade of dull steel, carrying Marguerite Vane into the heart of the Institute for Continuity. She had traveled for three days, sleeping in snatches, her mind a tangled knot of expectation and dread. The air in the car was stale, smelling of damp wool and old paper, a scent that clung to her clothes as she stepped onto the platform in the grey town of...

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