The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell rang. It was a dull sound. A heavy bronze throat clearing itself in the cold air. Elias stood at the gate. He held his staff. The wood was smooth. It was worn by years of hands. His hands were dry. They were cracked. Like old bark. He looked at the road. The road was gray. The fog was thick. It swallowed the fields. It swallowed the sky. "Go," said the Abbot. The Abbot sat inside. The...

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