The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather that smelled of damp earth and old iron filings. Elias Thorne held it in his hands, the weight of it settling into his palms like a cold stone, before he set it on the desk in the Overseer’s office. The room was small, windowless, and smelled of the dust that accumulated in the high corners where the light never reached. He was forty years...

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