The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The rain had been falling for three hours, a steady, grey curtain that turned the mud of the courtyard into a thick, sucking paste. Elias Thorne stood by the window of the abandoned customs house, counting the seconds between the beats of his own heart. One. Two. Three. A pause. Then four. The arrhythmia was a weight in his chest, a stone swallowed whole, dragging his pulse into irregular,...

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