The Golden Master
The road is a gray ribbon that unravels beneath the tires of your rented sedan, a thin line of asphalt cutting through the dense, unbroken green of the pine forest, and you are driving toward the estate of Elias Thorne, a man whose name is synonymous with the very soil you are currently traversing, and the air inside the car is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the metallic tang of your...
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