The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road was mud. The rain was cold. Elias walked. He carried a bag. Inside the bag was a key. It was a brass key. It was old. It was worn. The teeth were smooth. He had carried it for three years. He was a captain. Or he had been. The uniform was gone. Only the boots remained. They were heavy. They were black. They were wet. The forest was dark. The trees were tall. The wind whispered. Elias...

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