The Golden Myth
Chapter One Madeleine Thibault stood before the iron gate of the Saint-Cloud Ironworks, her professional license lapsed, and the cold of the quarry lake pressed against her back like a wet wool blanket. The air smelled of sulfur and damp stone, a scent that had soaked into the linings of her coat over three years of clerical work, and she knew with a certainty that felt physical, a vibration in...
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