The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train rattled over the iron tracks, a rhythmic shudder that traveled up through my boots and into the bones of my knees. I was not a passenger; I was a thing being delivered, wrapped in wool and silence, bound for the estate of my brother, Thomas. The air outside the window was grey and wet, carrying the scent of coal smoke and wet earth, a perfume of the industrial age that had swallowed...

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