The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The chisel was cold in Elias Thorne’s hand, a slab of steel no longer than his thumb, and the smell of wet limestone hung heavy in the air, thick as wool, before he even opened his eyes to the grey dawn filtering through the high clerestory windows. He had dreamed of a gate again, a thing of hammered gold that opened onto a field of white stone, but the dream was already dissolving into the...

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