The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The gold did not reflect the light of the vault; it reflected the man who held it, a distorted, screaming mirror of his own hollowed-out soul. Elias Thorne stood in the subterranean silence of the Royal Mint’s archive, his knuckles white around the edge of the table, the Golden Master coin trembling in his palm like a living thing. He was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades...

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