The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain fell on the slate roof like a thousand small fingers tapping glass. Silas sat at the desk. The wood was cold. It was oak. Old oak. It smelled of dust and damp wool. Outside, the grey sky pressed down on the village of Ashford. The village lay in a valley. The valley was deep. The valley was dark. Silas was the Keeper. He kept the ledger. The ledger was heavy. It was bound in red...

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