The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised purple heavens, a ceaseless, weeping veil that blurred the boundaries between the cobblestones of the old city and the wet, rotting moss of the surrounding forest, until Margaret stood at the threshold of the gate, her fingers white-knuckled around the iron handle, feeling the cold seep into her bones not as a temperature but as a...

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