The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not drift through the windows of Blackwood Manor; it seeped through the plaster, a damp, grey breath that tasted of iron and old rot, and Elias stood in the center of the dining room, his hands pressed flat against the table, feeling the wood grain soften beneath his fingers like wet clay. He was forty years old, though the mirror in the hallway had long since ceased to reflect a...

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