The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog does not roll in so much as it condenses, a thick, wet wool that strangles the light before it can touch the water. You stand at the end of the Pier 4, the wood rotting under your boots, holding the brass locket that once contained a portrait of Margaret, now cracked down the center like a dry riverbed. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, a man who has spent the last three...

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