The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll in; it seeped up from the cobblestones, a thick, mineral breath that tasted of iron and old rain, wrapping the estate of Blackwood Hall in a shroud that was less like weather and more like a membrane, a skin stretched tight over the lungs of the valley. Elias Thorne walked through it, his boots finding the rhythm of the flagstones with the mechanical precision of a...

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