The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog in London did not clear; it thickened, a grey wool that choked the gaslights and swallowed the cobblestones of the archive district. I stood before the mahogany desk, my hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer, electric weight of the object before me. The Golden Master ledger lay open, its leather spine cracked like old skin, the pages brittle as autumn leaves. I am Elias...

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