The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cup was gold. Not plated. Not gilded. Real. It sat on the table in the center of the room. The room was cold. The air smelled of dust and old paper. Ellis Vane stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell hard. It fell fast. It did not stop. He was a detective. Or he had been. The badge hung in his drawer. He did not wear it. He wore a wool coat. It was brown. It was thin. The cup was...

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