The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain against the glass of the penthouse office was not weather; it was a static charge, a high-frequency noise that the city’s architecture was designed to amplify rather than dampen. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose body had become a museum of his own obsolescence, stood before the floor-to-ceiling monitors, watching the data streams cascade in a waterfall of amber and cold blue. He was...

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