The Golden Master
The door to the estate closed behind Elias with a finality that felt like a gunshot in the quiet air. He did not look back. The autumn wind stripped the last yellow leaves from the oak trees, sending them skittering across the gravel drive like dry bones. In his hand, he held the book. It was heavy, bound in leather that had softened over decades of use, its spine cracked and fraying at the...
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