The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The fog did not smell of coal or rain. It smelled of honey and old paper. Arthur Vane stood on the fourth-floor landing of the Whitmore & Sons building, his breath held tight in his chest, watching the golden haze creep through the windowpanes. He was thirty years old, and he owed two hundred pounds to a man who broke fingers for unpaid debts. He wanted the senior clerk position. He wanted the...

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