The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The contract lay on the scarred oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and turpentine, a document that smelled of finality before Elias Thorne had even signed it. He traced the line for his signature with a trembling finger, the leather of his glove creaking as he hesitated, aware that the silence of the Thorne Estate was not empty but heavy, a physical pressure against his eardrums...

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