The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne. The name was called out by the adjutant, a sharp bark that cut through the damp chill of the requisition office in Whitmore Hall. Elias Thorne stood up, his knees popping with a sound like dry twigs, and walked to the desk where the ink was still wet on the rejection notice. He was thirty years old, though the war had aged him into the hollow-eyed look of a man who had seen too much...

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