The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The brass key was heavy in Thomas Vane’s palm, cold enough to burn the fever out of his skin. He sat on the edge of the iron cot in the infirmary, the damp stone walls sweating condensation that smelled of mildew and old iron, and he watched the light pulse beneath the translucent skin of his knuckles. It was a dull, viscous gold, moving with the slow, inevitable rhythm of a tide that refused...

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