The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"Put it down, Thomas. Put it down now." Elias didn’t move. His hand was a claw around the brass lamp. The metal was cold. It bit into his palm. He looked at Arthur. Arthur looked at the floor. The room was small. The walls were damp. The air smelled of dust and old paper. "We have to go, Elias," Arthur said. His voice was thin. Like a wire. "The truck is waiting." "I know," Elias said. He...

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