The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The banquet hall of the Sterling Insurance Exchange smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a cloying mixture that Arthur Vane could not shake from his nostrils even as he retreated to his office, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind him. It was November, 1904, and the air in the city was sharp with the first bite of frost, yet inside the fourth-floor suite, the heat was stifling,...

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