The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The concrete dust tasted of chalk and old iron. Elias Thorne stood on the scaffolding, his boots finding purchase on the wet timber, staring up at the facade of the Old Exchange. The stone was failing. Hairline fractures ran through the limestone like veins in a dying hand, dark with decades of soot and neglect. He was forty-two, a senior structural auditor for the Ministry of Infrastructure,...

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