The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell did not ring. It groaned, a low, tectonic shudder that traveled up the iron post and into the wet cobblestones of High Street, shaking dust from the eaves of the apothecary’s shop. In the village of Oakhaven, where the mist clung to the river like a burial shroud, the sound was not a summons but a verdict. "Did you hear it?" Elias asked, his voice rasping, thick with the phlegm of a...

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