The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the vault was not merely cold; it was a physical weight, a dense, silvery fog that settled into the crevices of Sir Alistair Thorne’s joints and settled upon his mind like a burial shroud. He stood alone in the center of the circular chamber, the only light coming from a single, flickering oil lamp that cast his shadow long and distorted against the ancient stone walls. The vault was...

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