The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The snow had stopped. It lay thick on the ground, a white shroud over the valley. Edward walked. His boots sank deep. Each step was a small death. He carried no pack. He carried only his silence. The air was cold. It cut his face. It stung his eyes. He did not blink. He walked toward the estate. The estate was closed. The windows were dark. The trees stood like skeletons. They watched him. They...

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