The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the sky, a relentless, gray exhalation that slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter until the city of St. Jude looked less like a place of stone and mortar and more like a wet, trembling beast crouching in the mud, its eyes wide and blind with the weight of centuries. I stood at the edge of the market square, my hands shoved deep into...

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