The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Thorne, you’re bleeding again." The voice was not angry, merely tired, belonging to the constable who stood in the doorway of the workshop, his uniform damp with the November drizzle that had soaked Harrowgate for three days straight. Elias Thorne did not look up from the chronometer on his bench. His fingers, stained black with oil and trembling slightly from the cold that seeped through the...

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