The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind did not blow so much as it exhaled, a long, shuddering sigh that carried the scent of wet iron and dried heather across the moor. Silas Vane walked with the mechanical precision of a man who had long since forgotten how to stand still, his boots chewing into the mud that clung to him like a living thing. He was a constable, though the badge pinned to his chest had long since lost its...

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