The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent and gray drizzle that seemed to seep into the very stone of the old university town, turning the cobblestones slick and the air thick with the smell of wet wool and decay. It was a place where the medieval gables still crowded the narrow streets, where the bells of the ancient cathedral tolled a time that felt less like a measurement of...

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