The Golden Master
Chapter One Walter Yancey woke to the sound of boots on metal stairs, a rhythm that had haunted his sleep for three days. He was thirty years old, an airport shuttle driver in a fisheries town under quota, and he wanted only the Captain’s pardon for a minor theft of fuel. What stood against him was simple: the Captain, a man named Halloway, had vanished, leaving behind a broken ceremonial bowl...
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