The Golden Master
Could a shard of gold be made whole again if the hand that broke it was the same hand trying to mend it? Lois Fenwick stood before the glass case in the Imperial Library’s restoration room, her fingers hovering over the fractured pieces of the Golden Master vase. The air in the room was still, thick with the dust of centuries, and the only sound was the low, persistent hum of the heating pipes...
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