The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the city of Oakhaven, built on the bones of a forest that no longer existed, smelled of wet stone and old iron. It was the kind of silence that follows a storm, thick and heavy, pressing against the windows of the watchtower where Silas stood with his back to the door. He was a man of few words, his face a map of scars that he had earned not in...

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