The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train cut through the fog like a blade through wet wool, carrying Elias Thorne toward the borderlands of the waking world. He sat in the corner of the compartment, his coat buttoned to the throat, watching the landscape dissolve into a gray, formless mist that seemed to breathe against the glass. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the service of the Institution, a place that did not...

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