The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bone in Will’s hand was not his. It was old, dry as driftwood, and it fit the socket of his wrist with a terrible, magnetic precision. He held it up to the grey light filtering through the high windows of the Hall. It was a radius. A small, curved sliver of calcium. It should have been there. It had been missing for three days. Since the fall. Since the silence that followed the fall. Will...

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