The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The chisel in Elias Thorne’s hand was a thing of cold iron, its edge worn dull by three years of hesitation and the specific, grinding friction of doubt. He held it against the limestone block in the vaulted cellar, the metal biting into the soft rock with a sound like a dry cough, a small, ugly noise that echoed off the damp walls. The cellar smelled of wet earth and old iron, a scent that had...

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