The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began not with a sound but with a weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket of wet wool that clung to the shoulders of Colonel Elias Thorne, who lay in the center of the great oak bed in the master bedroom of a house that had no name on the door but carried the scent of old paper and damp earth in its very walls, a house that seemed to exist in a time that was neither the past nor the...

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