The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train cut through the mist like a blade through wet silk. I sat in the first-class carriage, the wood polish sharp and cold against my nose. My hands lay flat on my knees, pale and still. Beside me, in the seat opposite, sat Elias. He did not look at me. He looked at the window, where the darkened hills blurred into a single, unbroken grey mass. He was wearing the coat. It was a doublet of...

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