The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house breathed. Not the drafty shudder of old timber, but a rhythmic, tidal expansion of the walls themselves. Elara stood at the threshold of the solar, her hand pressed against the cold stone lintel. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. Outside, the rain lashed the cobblestones of the village square, a relentless drumming that seemed to come from within the earth. She was leaving. Or so...

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