The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The chandelier in the mess hall was heavy with crystal, but Elias Thorne saw only the dust motes swirling in the beam of the spotlight. He coughed, a wet, rattling sound that cut through the polite applause. His hand moved to his mouth, and when he pulled it away, a smear of rust colored the white glove. The other officers looked away. They always did. Elias was forty-five, and his lungs were...

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