The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The final gear lay on the velvet cloth, a sliver of brass no larger than a fingernail, catching the dim light of the workshop. Elias Thorne, his hands steady and cold, pointed a gnarled finger at the object. "Give it to me, Julian," he said, his voice low and sharp as a file on steel. The boy stood by the workbench, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the floor. He did not move. "You heard me,"...

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