The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog does not roll in; it descends, a thick, grey blanket that smells of wet slate and the coppery tang of old blood, smothering the jagged cliffs of the coast of Albion in a silence so profound it rings in your ears like a struck bell. You are Thomas, though the name feels like a heavy stone in your mouth, a relic of a life you left behind in the sprawling, soot-stained industrial towns of...

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