The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wet asphalt of the Seattle waterfront, turning the city into a blur of neon and shadow where the boundary between the solid world and the wet one seemed to dissolve. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his boots heavy with the cold seepage of the tide, watching the water lap against the rotting...

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