The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The needle was cold against the skin of Elias Thorne’s thumb, a thin, metallic shard of intent in a room that smelled of antiseptic and old sweat. He stood before the cot where his father, Warden Silas Thorne, lay strapped to the rails, his eyes closed in a sleep that was not sleep but a waiting, a hollowed-out anticipation of the end. Elias was forty-five, his uniform pressed to a sharpness...

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