The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The gold was not yellow, but the color of a bruise healing in the dark. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper on his tongue and the phantom weight of the pocket watch in his left hand, a heavy, cold disc that had burned a hole through his palm. He lay in the narrow cot of the guest barracks, the air thick with the scent of coal dust and damp wool, listening to the rain hammer against the...

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