The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Elias Thorne, the voice came from the kitchen, thin and sharp as a splinter of dried wood, come look at the light. He did not turn immediately. He was standing in the center of the study, holding a sheet of paper that seemed to pull the air out of the room, the fibers dark and dense, absorbing the weak afternoon sun that leaked through the grime-caked window. The house of his late wife, Clara,...

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