The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mist that rolled in from the harbor at dawn was not merely weather, but a living, breathing entity that swallowed the town of Oakhaven in a single, suffocating gulp, erasing the distinction between the water and the land, the stone and the sky, leaving only a grey, suspended silence in which I sat alone in the study of the magistrate’s house, staring at the single, unlit candle on the desk...

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