The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it was forced into the city by the wind, a horizontal sheet of grey water that turned the asphalt of the Loop into a dark, mirror-like abyss reflecting the sickly neon of the storefronts. Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Wabash and Monroe, fifty-four years old and shivering not from the cold but from the frantic, geometric tension that had...

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