The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ledger was wrong. Silas knew this in the marrow of his bone. The ink smelled of iron and old rain. The numbers did not add up. They never did in the House of Vane. He sat in the small room behind the main hall. The walls were stone. The air was cold. Outside, the bell tolled for the hour. It was a heavy sound. It fell like a stone into a well. Silas was a clerk. He was not a lord. He was...

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