The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather that smelled of damp wool and old ink, and Elias Thorne held it against his chest like a shield against the cold. He stood in the office of Arthur Vane, the town clerk, while the fog outside the single pane of glass pressed its face against the wood, blurring the view of the square. Vane did not look up from his desk; he was arranging a row of...

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