The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had been falling on the roof of Thorne Hall for three days, a relentless, grey drumming that seemed to seep through the very stone and into the bones of the house. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and retired with a limp that spoke of old wounds, sat in the study with a pair of tweezers in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, his eyes red-rimmed and fixed on the canvas before...

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