The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The report lay on the desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, and I was wiping the frost off the windowpane with a rag that smelled of stale tobacco and old sweat. Outside, the wind screamed through the spruce trees, a low, continuous moan that vibrated in the floorboards beneath my boots. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I have spent six years guarding this frozen stretch of border...

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