The Golden Master
The gravel road to Blackwood Estate curved through two miles of rusted fencing and old oaks before it opened onto the lawn, and Marcus Hale drove it every morning with the windows down, a little too fast, because speed was the only way to make the road feel shorter. He had been head of security at Blackwood for two years and eight months, and in all that time he had never reached the gatehouse...
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