The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall; it was forced down, a gray hammering that erased the horizon line where the sky met the sea. Elias stood in the shallows, his boots sinking into the wet sand, his hands raised not in surrender but in a desperate, fumbling attempt to catch the falling water. He was not fighting an army. He was fighting the tide, or perhaps the memory of the tide, which had taken on a...

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