The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

"Another drink, Elias? The claret is young, but it bites." You take the glass. Your hand shakes, just a fraction, enough to make the wine ripple against the crystal rim. The banquet hall is a cavern of smoke and oilcloth, the air thick with the scent of roasted goose and the damp wool of three hundred coats. It is 1912, and the fog outside is pressing against the high windows like a living...

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