The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell rang at dawn. It was a low, bruised sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Elias woke. His face was pressed against the cold flagstones. He tasted iron. He tasted old blood. He sat up. His hands were bound. The rope was thick. It bit into his wrists. He looked at the woman beside him. Her name was Clara. She slept on her side. Her hair was loose. It looked like spilled ink....

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