The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the dormitory, called out by a voice that sounded like dry leaves skittering across concrete. Elias Thorne opened his eyes to the grey light of the mill town, the smell of wet wool and stale coal smoke already thick in his throat. He had dreamed of the loom again. In the dream, the great central engine did not weave thread; it wove his shadow, pulling it taut...

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