The Golden Myth
The meeting room smelled of stale coffee and the faint, chemical tang of new linoleum, a scent that Elias Thorne found increasingly difficult to tolerate as he sat across from Margaret Holloway, the director of the St. Jude’s Community Center. Margaret did not look at him when she spoke; her gaze remained fixed on the window behind his shoulder, where the November light was already failing,...
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