The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell did not ring to mark the hour but to mark the breaking, a jagged shriek of iron on iron that tore through the thick, coal-scented air of the town and sent the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light as if they were fleeing the scene of a crime. Thomas stood in the center of the Great Hall, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the...

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