The Golden Master
The explosion did not begin with a bang but with a sound like tearing canvas, a violent rip in the fabric of the afternoon that sent a shockwave of displaced air through the double doors of the municipal planning office, shattering the glass of the panoramic windows that overlooked the gray, rain-slicked parking lot below. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose posture had been so rigid for twenty years...
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