The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mortar is cold. Your hands are colder. You are Elias, forty-two, and the stone is weeping. The boundary wall of the Holloway estate stands in ruins, a jagged scar across the winter field. It must be whole by moonrise. Lord Ashworth’s steward, a man named Kell, stands in the shadows, his breath pluming in the frost. He does not want a wall. He wants your debt paid in sweat. Your sister,...

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