The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain fell in sheets, turning the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, dark mirror. I held the lantern high. Its glass was cracked. A shard of it had been driven into my palm hours ago, but I did not feel the blood. I felt only the cold. The cold was a living thing here. It crawled up my legs. It settled in my lungs. I was searching for the thief. Or so I told myself. The town was small....

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