The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered. It hung in the air like a fine mist, a suspension of water and gray light that clung to the wool of Deputy Sheriff Elias Thorne’s coat. He walked the perimeter of the estate, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the manicured lawns into a quagmire. The night was heavy, saturated with the scent of wet pine and old stone. Elias carried his...

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