The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the highland moors into a mire of sucking clay and rotting heather, and in the small, stone-walled cottage that clung to the edge of the precipice, Elias Thorne sat by the dying fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold, watching the steam curl and dissipate into the damp air like a...

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