The Golden Master
Chapter One The printing house hummed with the low, metallic groan of the Heidelberg presses, a sound that had long since become the background noise of the district, vibrating through the floorboards and into the bones of anyone who worked there. Inside the composing room, the air hung with the sharp, metallic tang of lead and the dusty, dry scent of paper that had been sitting in the dark for...
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