The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell rang at dawn. It was a hollow sound. It cut through the mist. I stood by the gate. My brother stood with me. He held the spear. I held the shield. The shield was gold. Not just painted. Gold. Heavy. Warm. It fit my arm. It was part of me. I had held it for ten years. I had bled for it. I had died for it. I was still alive. We waited for the order. The commander came. His face was...

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