The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The count of the hours was a grim arithmetic, twelve since the fever broke, and Elias Thorne knew that the weight of the sealed envelope in his tunic pocket was heavier than the rifle he had carried for six years. He lay on the straw mattress in the barracks, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the metallic tang of his own blood, which had been coating his tongue since the raid on the...

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