The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Thorne, you’re late. The light in the breakroom was the pale, sickly yellow of fluorescent tubes burning at full capacity, casting no shadows, only a flat, indifferent glare that made the coffee cups look like porcelain teeth. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back to the office, holding the gold pocket watch in his palm. It was his father’s. It had been his father’s before that, a chain of...

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