The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Director’s office was thick with the smell of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of hot lead, a suffocating mixture that Elias Thorne had breathed for thirty-four years of his life. He sat in the high-backed chair opposite the desk, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the ghost of ink that no amount of scrubbing could fully erase, while Director Halloway leaned...

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