The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain fell in long, silver threads that stitched the grey sky to the mud of the road, turning the world into a blur of wet stone and dying leaves, and it was in this relentless, soaking dampness that Arthur stood at the edge of the forest, his hand resting not on his sword but on the heavy, leather-bound journal tucked into his tunic, a book that smelled of old ink and the metallic tang of...

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