The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a vertical curtain of grey mist that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky. In the center of the square, where the market stalls had long since collapsed under the weight of the storm, stood the figure of Captain Elias Thorne. He was a man carved from the same granite as the city’s foundations, his...

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