The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bells of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead. They rang for the living, a harsh, bronze shriek that tore through the grey morning air of Oakhaven. I stood at the heavy oak door, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the ledger in my arms. The book was bound in black leather, its pages swollen with the names of the fallen. It was a record of debt. A record of sin. And...

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