The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell in the town square did not ring for the dead, or for the weddings, or for the harvest moon, but it rang now, a low, mournful bronze hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bone rather than the ear, as Silas stood before the magistrate with his hands bound behind his back by ropes that smelled of wet hemp and old rain. He was a man of few words, a fighter by trade and by...

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