The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The coin was cold, heavier than it had any right to be, and it sat in Arthur Vane’s palm like a stone pulled from a riverbed. He turned it over, the gold surface dull and unyielding, the embossed eagle staring back at him with a dead, institutional gaze. Outside the window, the archive’s heating system groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and into the soles of...

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