The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The frost on the windowpane had cracked into a web, and I could see the magistrate’s office through the glass, the light there yellow and thick as old honey. I had come to ask for the ledger, but the words stuck in my throat, turning to ash before they reached my tongue. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I have served as a constable in Oakhaven for nine years. My brother Elias was twenty-three when he...

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