The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the valley like a second, mournful skin, and Elias Thorne, with his spectacles fogged by the damp chill and his hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of his own erudition, walked the narrow path toward the structure that had consumed the last decade of his waking...

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