The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The gold dust settled in the grooves of the ledger’s spine, three grains, then five, then a fine, warm powder that smelled of heated copper and old blood. Elias Thorne woke with his fingers buried in the sheets, the phantom weight of the dust still clinging to his skin. He was thirty-two, an archivist of mid-level rank, and his pension depended on the clean, boring silence of the Vane estate...

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