The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray sheet that turned the town square into a mirror of the sky, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of it, counting the hours. He had been sheriff for twenty years, and in that time he had learned that the light was the only honest witness in Harrow’s Mill. The sun rose at six, hung in the west by four, and died by six, but the Golden Man...

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