The Golden Myth
The first thing Elias Thorne did was count the hours. He had worked forty-two years in the service of the Department of Botanical Records, a tenure that had cost him his marriage, his health, and the last of his hair, yet he still measured his days by the precise intervals of the clock on the wall. Today, however, the clock was secondary to the jar. It sat on the oak table in his father’s...
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