The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll into Oakhaven; it settled, thick and golden, like a burial shroud draped over the reservoir. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the water, his hands resting on the cold iron of his revolver, watching the mist swirl around the decaying piers. He was forty years old, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and duty, and he wanted only to leave before the first hard freeze...

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