The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The smell of linseed oil and damp wool hung heavy in the air, a thick, cloying fog that settled into the creases of Elias Thorne’s skin before the light did. His fingers, stained black up to the second knuckle, moved with the mechanical precision of a clockwork mechanism, setting the lead type for the final page of the *Golden Master*. The metal was cold against his palms, a biting chill that...

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