The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind through the pines had a low, grinding quality, like a truck engine idling in the dark, and it was this sound that made Elias Thorne’s hands tremble as he held the survey map. The amber light pulsed from the paper, a rhythmic, biological beat that had nothing to do with the cold morning air or the grey rock face of the Ravine of St. Jude. He was a man who had spent thirty years reading...

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