The Golden Myth
"You are leaving him to die, Elias. That is what this is." The words hung in the stale air of the doctor’s office, sharp and cold against the heat of the coal stove. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look at Dr. Aris. He looked at the window, where the sleet of 1892 lashed against the glass, blurring the town of Oakhaven into a smear of grey and black. He was forty years old, a man built of angles...
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