The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a cold and persistent mist that clung to the glass of the observation deck, blurring the city below into a smear of gray and dying neon. Elias Thorne stood at the window, his breath fogging the pane in short, desperate bursts, watching the traffic crawl like blood through a clogged vein. He was a man constructed of sharp angles and older griefs,...

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