The Golden Master
The fog rolled in from the estuary before the sun had fully risen, a thick, grey blanket that swallowed the world whole. Elias stood on the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking slightly into the wet turf. He was a man who had spent thirty years trying to explain the unexplainable, a scholar of folklore and anomalous phenomena who had built his life on the rigid architecture of evidence. But...
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