The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the library always tasted of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had settled into the very fibers of the mahogany shelves over the past century, but to Arthur Pendelton, it smelled of rot. He stood before the mirror in the reading room, a tall, silvered oval that stretched from the floor to the high, arched ceiling, and watched his own reflection with a detachment that bordered on...

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