The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll in; it descended like a verdict, thick and gray, swallowing the cobblestones of the old harbor district until the world was reduced to a tight, suffocating circle of wet stone and the distant, rhythmic clanking of the factory bells. Elias Thorne stood on the edge of the pier, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of a coat that had once been fine but now hung on his frame...

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