The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the village square into dark, slick mirrors reflecting the hollow eyes of the departing crowd. Elias Thorne stood by the open back of his wagon, his hands raw and red from the labor of the morning, watching as the last of his neighbors filed past to offer the hollow, polite condolences that were...

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