The Golden Myth
Thorne. The word hung in the air of the municipal archive, heavy and sharp as a dropped iron key, calling Elias out from the shadows of the filing cabinets where he had been hunched over a ledger for the better part of the afternoon. He straightened his spine, feeling the familiar ache in his lumbar region, and walked toward the double doors where Mr. Halloway stood, his back to the room,...
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