The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a heavy, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the high, arched windows of the Ministry of Cultural Preservation. Inside, the air was dry and smelled of old paper, floor wax, and the metallic tang of anxiety. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the grand hall, his back to the long oak table where the Committee sat, their faces...

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