The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old district into a slick, reflective mirror of the leaden sky. You sat in the high-backed chair of your study, the leather creaking softly under the weight of your silence, your hands resting on the armrests like two still, dead things. The air in the room was thick with the scent of beeswax...

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