The Golden Master
The rain fell on the roof of the old house with the persistence of a verdict already passed, a rhythmic, metallic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of the stone walls, a sound that had accompanied Elias Thorne for forty years in his capacity as a senior auditor for the Department of Institutional Integrity. He sat in the study, the room where the air was always thick with...
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