The Golden Master
The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, persistent sheet that turned the red clay of the road into a thick, sucking mud that grabbed at the boots of the men and pulled them slowly toward the center of the valley, where the fog lay low and still like a bruise on the earth. Thomas Ashworth walked at the head of the column, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword not out of fear but...
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