The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron bell tolled. It shook the dust from the rafters. I swung my hammer. The strike was true. The spark flew. It kissed the air. It died. I was a man of few words. My name was Elias. I worked the forge. I worked the fire. I worked the iron. The iron did not lie. The iron did not dream. The iron simply was. I was the hammer. I was the heat. I was the shape. My master was Silas Vane. He was a...

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