The Golden Master

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2026-08-17 20:21:07 -

The Golden Master

The snow came down in thick, silent sheets, erasing the world beyond the windowpane. I wiped the frost from the glass with my sleeve. The cold bit into my fingers, a sharp, honest pain. It was good. Pain meant I was still here. Still alive. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the hearth, his back to me. The firelight danced across his uniform, highlighting the silver epaulets that marked his rank. He...

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