The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind off the moor carried the scent of wet slate and iron. Elara stood at the threshold of the Chapel of St. Jude. It was a small building. Stone. Gray. It sat at the edge of the village of Oakhaven. The village did not like the Chapel. The Chapel did not care. It had stood there for three hundred years. It would stand for three hundred more. Elara was not human. She was a shade. A thing of...

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