The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You look like a corpse." The voice was gravel in a tin cup. It came from the shadows behind the brass railing. Thomas didn't turn. He held the lantern steady. The flame was a trembling eye in the dark. It cast long, shivering shadows against the soot-stained brick. The air smelled of ozone and wet wool. It smelled of the end. "Who is there?" Thomas asked. His voice was quiet. It was the voice...

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