The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass compass lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, its needle trembling with a violence that had nothing to do with the wind. He held it tight, the metal biting into the calluses of his forty-year-old hand, until the vibration stopped and the needle settled, dead, pointing north. Outside, the border fence stretched across the flat, grey expanse of the valley, a long, silver scar in the earth. Elias...

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