The Golden Master

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2026-08-18 01:04:28 -

The Golden Master

You are leaving the village of Oakhaven at dawn, the air thick with the scent of wet pine and the metallic tang of fear that has settled into the soil for the last three days. The town councilmen, men whose faces have grown gaunt under their wool caps, watch you from the porch of the town hall, their eyes fixed on the large, heavy satchel you carry over your shoulder. You know what they think...

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