The Golden Master
THE GOLDEN MASTER I. The letter arrived on a Tuesday, which felt appropriate, because Tuesdays had always been the day when things that should not happen, happened. It came in an envelope of thick cream paper, addressed in a hand so precise it might have been printed: "Mr. Julian Ashford, 17 Ravensworth Lane, Kensington." Julian turned the envelope over in his hands three times before opening...
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