The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The platform at Harrow’s End smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of the October rain, a scent that Elias Thorne had breathed for forty years until it became part of the architecture of his own lungs, yet today it tasted of ash, a bitter, drying thing that coated the back of his throat as he watched Martha step onto the train. She did not look back, which was the cruelest part, for if she...

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