The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The storm did not break; it collapsed. It came down upon the roof of the Whitmore manor not as a rain but as a physical weight, a grey, sludge-like deluge that turned the gutters into churning rivers of brown silt and shattered the old oak trees that had stood in the yard since before the war, sending their splintered limbs crashing through the upper windows with a sound like the snapping of...

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