The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cellar smelled of damp earth and crushed apples. It was a heavy, sweet rot that clung to the back of the throat. Elias stood in the center of the stone room, his hands slick with condensation. Around him, the jars sat in rows. Glass. Amber liquid. Light trapped in solid form. He ran a thumb across the surface of the nearest jar. Smooth. Cold. Unyielding. "You are late," said the voice from...

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