The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost had crept into the stones of the abbey. It sat there, a fine, white powder on the ancient flagstones, waiting to be disturbed. Elias Vane wiped his brow with a handkerchief that had seen better centuries. His lungs burned. The air in the crypt was thick with the scent of damp earth and old vellum, a perfume of decay that he had grown to love. He was the Keeper. That was his title,...

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