The Golden Master
The rain in Aurelia did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey silt that coated the cobblestones and seeped into the marrow of the bones of those who walked the city’s narrow, winding streets. Elias Vane, a scholar whose lungs had begun to contract like drying parchment, descended the final spiral of the tower where he had spent the last decade of his life under the watchful, silent...
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