The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, grey curtain drawn across the window of the cottage, blurring the line between the garden and the sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and woodsmoke, and the silence was not empty but heavy, pressing against the eardrums like deep water. "You are not the same man, Thomas," said Elias, his voice low, rasping like dry...

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