The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You are standing in the rain. It is not a storm, but a persistent, gray drizzle that soaks through your wool coat and settles into your bones. You are holding a key. It is not a large key, nor is it made of gold, despite what the ledger in your desk might claim. It is brass, worn smooth by the thumb and forefinger of the man who died holding it. You hold it because you are a soldier, and...

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