The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The ledger book lay open on the scarred oak table, its spine cracked and soft as a bruised peach. You, Clara Vane, pressed your thumb against the page to hold it flat, the ink of your brother’s debt still wet, a black stain that seemed to pulse in the dim gaslight. Outside, the ironworks of Ashworth & Sons roared, a constant, grinding thunder that shook the dust from the ceiling of your cramped...

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