The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the clearing, his hand trembling around the handle of a heavy iron lantern. Inside the lantern, a small flame sputtered against the damp air, casting long, distorted shadows across the mud. He was forty years old, an archivist by trade, a man who had...

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