The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the town clean. It only made the grime slicker, turning the brick sidewalks into dark, mirrored rivers that reflected the low, gray sky. Elias Thorne walked with his hands buried in the pockets of his wool coat, the fabric worn thin at the elbows. He was a man of few words and many books, a scholar of linguistics who had lost his tenure three winters ago. The...

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