The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell of St. Jude’s did not ring to mark the hour, but to mark the end. It was a sound that tore through the grey morning air of Oakhaven, a metallic scream that vibrated in the teeth of every soul who dwelt within its walls. Elias stood in the mud of the village square, his hands buried deep in the cold earth, his fingers blackened by the soil he had turned for hours. He was fourteen,...

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