The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The application was denied. The stamp on the paper was red, fresh, and final. I stood in the office of the Municipal Land Authority, the winter wind rattling the single pane of glass behind the clerk, while he slid the document across the desk with the casual indifference of a man dealing cards. My name was Elias Thorne, a surveyor of thirty-two years, and I had come to Oakhaven to secure the...

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