The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The soup was thick with the memory of rain, a viscous brown that clung to the spoon like a secret kept too long. In the center of the long oak table, the bowl steamed, its surface rippling with a heat that seemed to defy the cold, gray stillness of the village hall. Thomas Whitmore sat at the head, his hands folded in his lap, his knuckles white. He was a man carved from the same granite as the...

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