The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The pulse starts in the floorboards, a low, wet thud that rises through the soles of your boots and settles in the hollow of your chest, a rhythm that is too slow to be a heartbeat but too regular to be the settling of old brick. It is 1912, and the air in the municipal library’s restricted stacks smells of damp paper and iron, a scent that clings to the back of your throat like a bad penny....

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