The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The gold was warm, warmer than blood, pulsing against the meat of Elias Thorne’s thumb like a second, smaller heartbeat trapped in metal. He sat on the wet flagstones of the Old Quarter, the salt crust of the Great Flood still drying in white ridges along his knees, and watched the ring burn his skin. It was his father’s signet, the only thing he had salvaged from the debtors’ prison before the...

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