The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost bit the iron. It was a cold that did not merely touch the skin but sought the marrow. We stood at the edge of the black pine forest. The air was thin. It tasted of ash and old blood. I held the lever. My hand trembled. Not from fear. From the weight of the mechanism. The machine was cold. It had been cold for three days. It sat in the clearing like a beast of stone and steel. A beast...

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