The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain hits the corrugated tin roof like a handful of gravel. It is a constant, rhythmic assault. You are sitting in the back of a black sedan. The leather is cold against your back. Your hands are cuffed. The steel bites into your wrists. You do not flinch. You have not flinched in years. Across from you sits Captain Elias Thorne. He is an old man now. His hair is white, thin as spider silk....

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