The Golden Master
The document lay on the mahogany table, its gold leaf catching the chandelier light. It was the Golden Master, the final iteration of the historical record, six years of labor compressed into a single, heavy volume. Elias Thorne held the glass of wine, but his hand shook. The tremor was not from the alcohol. It was the vibration of a man who has just discovered that the foundation of his house...
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