The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the town until the cobblestones and the wet brick seemed to merge into a single, damp texture. You stood at the window of your workshop, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, relentless count. Inside, the air smelled of sawdust, turpentine, and the faint, sweet rot of old oak. It was a...

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