The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The seal was warm. It pulsed against Elias Thorne’s palm, a rhythmic thump that matched the beat of his own arrhythmic heart. He stood in the antechamber of the Ministry of Records, a stone vault carved into the bedrock of the city. The air smelled of ozone and old dust. He was not a man of this place. He had come from the coast, from the salt-wind and the crumbling cliffs of the old world, but...

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