The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Thorne. The voice cut through the clatter of silverware and the low murmur of two hundred civil servants. Elias Thorne did not turn. He kept his eyes on the gilded dome above, a sphere of gold leaf and plaster that had watched over the city’s bureaucracy for a century. He was fifty years old, and his pension was three months away, a sum of four thousand pounds that represented thirty years of...

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