The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed upon the valley, a gray, persistent curtain that blurred the line between the earth and the sky, turning the world into a watercolor of mud and mist. Margaret Holloway walked the narrow, winding path toward the manor house, her boots sinking into the soft decay of the autumn leaves, the rhythm of her steps a hollow drumbeat against the silence of...

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