The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron gate groaned as it closed behind me, a sound like a bone snapping in a quiet room. I stood on the other side, in the damp earth of the courtyard, and watched the light of the corridor shrink into a thin line, then vanish. I was alone. The walls of the keep rose above me, ancient and indifferent, their stones worn smooth by centuries of rain and the hands of men who had walked these...

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