The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train moved through the valley with a low, rhythmic shudder, a sound that Martin Vance had come to associate with the grinding of his own joints. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his back pressed against the cool glass, watching the blur of gray hills and skeletal trees slide past. In his lap lay a leather case, worn smooth by decades of handling, its brass clasps darkened...

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