The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne, get out of the way. The voice belonged to Arthur Vane, the senior trustee, and it carried the specific, heavy weight of a man who had never been told no. Elias Thorne, forty years old and stiff in the joints from the cold, did not move. He stood in the center of the oak-paneled boardroom, holding a leather-bound folio that had not seen daylight in sixty years. The air in the room was...

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