The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"Stay sharp, Elias. They’re watching the hands, not the eyes." I kept my face down. The floor was cold. Stone. It bit through my boots. I was the lowest rank. A sentinel. A shadow. The Hall of Whispers smelled of ozone and old blood. The air hummed. It vibrated in my teeth. I felt the static rise. My skin prickled. "Look at him," a voice hissed. Soft. Silk. "The boy with the iron spine. He...

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