The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The wren sat on the blotter, its feathers a dull, tarnished gold. It did not blink. It did not breathe. Arthur stared at it, his knuckles white against the edge of the desk, while Mr. Halloway shuffled the papers in his lap with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who had all the time in the world. "You’re mistaken, Arthur," Halloway said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to come from the...

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