The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink on the page smelled of burnt copper and old blood. Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the parchment, feeling the heat radiate through the skin, a dull, persistent ache that had become the baseline of his existence. He was forty-two years old, a senior archivist at the State Museum, and he had not slept in three days. The war was close now, the distant thud of artillery a rhythmic...

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