The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fire started in the walls. It was not a sudden thing. It was a slow, grinding ignition. The wood of the old Victorian frame, seasoned by decades of damp and neglect, began to glow from the inside out. It began in the nursery. It began in the room where Eleanor had first held her son, Arthur, after the fever took the life from his eyes. The smoke was thin. It curled like a ghost through the...

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