The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The brass insignia sat heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, a cold square of metal that had once been his father’s. It weighed more than it should have, anchored by the memory of the man who wore it before the state erased him. Elias stood at the edge of the frozen river, the ice cracking softly under his boots, and watched the gray water churn beneath the surface. He was thirty years old, and for ten...

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