The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

In the dream, the frost was not cold, but a weight, a dense and silent lead that settled into the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones, a heaviness that seemed to anchor him to the floorboards of the nursery while the house outside groaned under the assault of a winter storm that had no mercy for the old wood or the weary man. He stood in the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back...

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