The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cellar smelled of damp earth and old ink. It was a scent that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s sweater, a ghostly perfume that marked him wherever he went. He was a man of modest means and vast, quiet duties. To the residents of the gray stone manor on the hill, he was merely the caretaker, the one who kept the heat on and the pipes from bursting. They saw his back as he hauled coal up...

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