The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You wake to the sound of the mortar drying. It is a subtle tick, a micro-tremor that travels through the floorboards and up the bones of your shins. You are in the attic, the highest room in the Whitmore estate, where the air is thin and smells of dust and old paper. Your brother, Julian, stands by the sloped window, his back to you. He is holding a trowel in one hand and a bucket of lime...

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