The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cold in the workshop was not the sharp, clean bite of winter, but a damp, sucking chill that settled into the marrow, a physical weight that pressed against Elias Thorne’s ribs as he hunched over the workbench, his breath forming small, fragile clouds in the grey afternoon light. "Elias," the voice came from the doorway, thin and reedy, stripped of the warmth it had once possessed, and he...

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