The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ink was frozen before Elias could form the letter ‘g’ in ‘gone.’ He stared at the tip of the fountain pen, the black liquid hardened into a sharp, dark spike against the white page, a small monument to his own futility. The rotunda of the Thorne estate, a vast concrete bowl that had cost his father four years of his life and three mortgages to build, was silent save for the hum of the HVAC...

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