The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne, the captain called out, his voice cracking against the wet stone of the alleyway, where the smell of rotting figs and damp wool hung thick in the air. Elias did not turn, his hands buried in the mud of the street, pressing the cobblestones as if they were the faces of the dead he had sworn to protect. He was forty-two, a man whose uniform had outlived his belief in the city it...

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