The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass button of his tunic was cold under Elias Thorne’s thumb, a small, hard knot of metal that grounded him as the steam hissed and the air at Blackwood Station thinned with the scent of coal smoke and damp wool. He stood rigid, his jaw set against the wind, watching Clara shrink into the distance as the train pulled away, her figure a blur of grey against the iron lattice of the platform....

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