The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost had not yet melted from the ivy on the north wall when Elias Thorne woke to the sound of his own breathing. It was a heavy, wet sound, a rhythmic labor that seemed to belong to someone else. He lay in the narrow bed of the annex, the mattress springs groaning under the weight of his years, and watched the light creep across the ceiling. It was a pale, watery light, the color of old...

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