The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The hammer of the revolver was still cocked when Elias Thorne’s left hand went numb, a coldness that started in the fingertips and traveled up the wrist like ice water in a vein. He looked down at the body of Silas Vane, the mine owner who had spent the last hour shouting threats about the state attorney and the council, and Vane was still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling with a dull, glassy...

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