The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the city tasted of ozone and static, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the marrow of my bones, a sensation that had grown so persistent over the last six months that I had ceased to distinguish it from the ambient hum of the electrical grid, which was, in this place, the only thing that truly mattered. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a master...

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