The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream always began with the taste of copper and the smell of wet wool, the specific, cloying scent of the barracks where Clara had died of typhus four years prior, a fact that Elias Thorne had tried to bury under the rigid discipline of his uniform. He was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer stationed in the industrial sprawl of the Southern Command, where the fog did not merely...

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