The Golden Master
Chapter One "Do you understand what it costs to read?" asked Archivist Halloway, his white eyes fixed on a point just past Dorothy Sturgis’s left shoulder, where the air smelled of ozone and old paper. He was a man who had spent forty years in the dark, and the dark had made him careful with his words, each one weighed against the silence of the Athenaeum, a sealed room in the outer boroughs...
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