The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The nib of the pen was dragging, a heavy, sputtering weight against the paper, and Elias Thorne pressed down with a force that made his knuckles white and the ink pool in a black, ugly blob that ruined the contour line he had been tracing for the last four hours. He did not look up. He could not afford to look up, for the valley of Glencoe was waiting, and his contract with the Ordnance Survey...

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