The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey weeping that smelled of wet stone and old iron, while inside the vaulted ceiling of the Citadel of St. Jude, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and the slow, rhythmic decay of parchment, where Elias Thorne, a man whose face had been carved by the same hands that had carved the gargoyles perched above the...

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