The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The voice came from the wet brick, not from a person. "Elias." It was a sound like gravel shifting in a tin can, low and grinding. Elias Thorne stopped in the alley, his fingers tightening around the brass key. The metal was warm, hotter than the rain should allow, and it pulsed against his palm like a second heartbeat. He didn’t remember forging it. He didn’t remember much of the last three...

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