The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the world outside the window of the old manor house into a watercolor painting left out in the drizzle. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed leather chair by the dying fire, his hands resting on his knees, fingers curled...

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