The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the shutters of the manor house, a relentless, rhythmic tapping that sounded like the fingers of the dead rapping on the door of the living. I sat in the study, the heavy oak desk before me, and I listened. The air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, the scent of a house that had been waiting for something to happen...

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