The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain fell in sheets, turning the cobblestones of the Market Square into a black mirror. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the slick stone, his breath coming in ragged, white bursts. He was thirty-two, a city watchman for eight years, and in his left hand, wrapped in oilcloth, he held the ledger that would ruin Mayor Alderman. It was the only proof that the funds meant for the St....

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