The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne. The word hung in the air, spoken by no one, yet it carried the weight of a summons. Elias Thorne woke to the smell of ozone and old paper, a scent that had seeped into his skin over twenty years of service. He lay in the narrow bed of his staff apartment, staring at the water-stained ceiling, and remembered the dream. The golden door stood ajar, its light a thin, sickly vein cutting...

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