The Golden Master
The mirror did not reflect the room; it reflected a different kind of silence, a heavy, velvet-draped quiet that swallowed the sound of Edward Ashworth’s own breathing. He stood alone in the center of the Grand Hall of the Ashworth Estate, the industrial age of the outside world reduced to a distant, humming thrum behind the thick glass of the windows, while here, in the heart of the power...
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