The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The condensation on the windowpane of the attic room was not merely water; it was a suspended breath, a gray film that obscured the world below while sharpening the silence within. Elias stood before the glass, his fingers tracing the cool, weeping surface, watching the gaslight of the street below flicker and die in the damp November air. He was seventeen, a boy who had grown into the shape of...

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