The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The stamp hit the paper with a dull thud, the red ink bleeding out into the fibrous grain like a wound that refused to close. Arthur Vane wiped his thumb on his trousers, the friction rough against the wool, and turned the page of the customs ledger. It was 1912, and the air in the basement office tasted of damp plaster and stale tobacco. He had a backlog of forty-two seized shipments to...

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