The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The mortar was crumbling, Elias noted, tapping the trowel against the brick with a rhythmic, hollow thud that echoed off the bare walls of the library, where the damp had begun to eat the plaster from the inside out. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were more accustomed to the cold steel of surveying instruments than the gritty resistance of old limestone, and he stood before the foundation...

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