The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cold bit into Elias Vane’s knees as he drove the iron stake into the silt of the River Ouse, the metal screaming against the wet earth with a sound that cut through the low, static hiss of the wind. He was thirty years old, and the cough that racked his chest felt less like a symptom of tuberculosis and more like the grinding of a gear box stripped of its oil, a dry, violent shudder that...

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