The Golden Master
You drive the sedan through the fog, the wipers beating a frantic, mechanical rhythm against the glass that seems to hold the world at bay. The road is slick with rain, a mirror of dark water reflecting the dim, pulsing headlights of the vehicle behind you. You are driving home, or rather, you are driving toward the only place that has ever felt like home, the sprawling, silent manor on the...
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