The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The boy was still breathing, which was the only fact that mattered to me as I hauled his small, stiff body out from beneath the collapsed lintel of the crypt. "Is he dead, Elias?" I looked up. Alderman Halloway stood at the top of the stone steps, his face a mask of bureaucratic calm, the kind of stillness that usually preceded a reprimand. I wiped the grit from my hands on my trousers, the...

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