The Golden Master
Chapter One "You are late, Idris binte Ahmad, and the light is wrong for the vault." Minister Rahman stood at the far end of the catwalk, his shadow stretched long and thin by the harsh halogen strips that hummed in the dry cold of the Ministry of Heritage. Idris adjusted the strap of her pressure suit, the third repair patch holding the seam at her shoulder with a grim, fibrous strength. She...
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