The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in the city of Ashenmoor did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that soaked into the bones and the wool, turning the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors that reflected nothing but the low, slouching roofs of the tenements. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy, deliberate gait, his boots caked in the mud of the lower districts, his coat hanging off his shoulders...

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