The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rotunda of the City Hall smelled of wet concrete and old dust, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a bad taste. He stood in the center of the circular space, the high windows above letting in a pale, gray light that did nothing to warm the stone floor beneath his shoes. In his hand, he held the final sign-off on the demolition permits, a heavy folder of documents...

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