The Golden Master
The magnetic lock disengaged with a sound like a bone snapping. Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger. His fingers, stained with the grey dust of centuries, tightened on the spine of the book known internally as the Golden Master. It was a heavy thing, bound in leather that had long since turned the color of dried blood, and it contained the only unredacted record of the casualty lists...
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