The Golden Master
Chapter One "Put it down, Manette. You have no right here." The voice came from the shadow of the archway, low and grinding like gravel under a boot. Manette Thibodeaux did not move. Her hand, still raised, held the heavy iron key to the citadel’s outer gate, the metal cold and slick with the afternoon rain that had just broken over the estuary. The mud sucked at her boots, a thick, black paste...
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