The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain hit the tin roof of the bunker like a drumroll for a funeral. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of fear. Elias sat on the concrete floor, his back against the cold wall. He was not a man of many words. He was a man of routine. And routine was breaking. Across the room, Sarah paced. She wore her uniform, but it looked ill-fitting,...

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