The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The leather satchel sat upon the workbench, heavy with the weight of secrets that had long since curdled into something akin to gold. Elias Thorne adjusted the pince-nez on his nose, the brass frames catching the sliver of moonlight that pierced the high, soot-stained window of the apothecary. Outside, the city of Oakhaven slept under a blanket of autumn fog, the cobblestones slick with the...

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