The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended mist that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into mirrors reflecting a sky the color of bruised iron, and within this damp, breathing grayness, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the rough-hewn stone of the alleyway, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted and vanished before it could even reach the face...

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