The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The astrolabe was cold. Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the metal biting into skin that had begun to lose its sensitivity to temperature, a creeping numbness that started in the fingertips and worked its way up the forearm. He was fifty-two, though he looked older, the lines around his eyes deepened by decades of squinting at stone foundations and university archives. The manor house,...

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