The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gold was bright against the black mud. Arthur Vane held it in his gloved hand, turning it over as the sleet hissed against his coat. It was a small thing, a locket no larger than a thumb, tarnished at the edges but warm. That was the wrong part. The air was sharp enough to crack skin, the kind of cold that settled in the bones and stayed, yet the metal radiated a heat that seemed to pulse...

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