The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud was thick as blood. It clung to the leather boots of Captain Elias Thorne. The city groaned. Stone walls sweated rain. Thorne held his ground. His back was against the alley mouth. The smell of wet iron filled his nose. He was the Law. He was the Shield. He was the wall that kept the chaos out. The crowd pressed in. Faces blurred. Eyes wide with fear and fury. They did not want a man....

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