The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink on the parchment had not yet dried, a viscous black substance that seemed to absorb the thin, gray light filtering through the high, narrow windows of the chancery, and it was there, in the quiet suspension of that liquid darkness, that Thomas Bradshaw saw the fracture in his own reflection. He sat at the heavy oak desk, the surface scarred by decades of quill scratches and wax stains,...

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