The Golden Master
The stone cracked. It happened at dawn. Not a loud boom. A whisper. A thin, white line ran through the heart of the keep. Miles stood on the battlements. He watched the fracture spread. It moved like a vein of ice. Slowly. Inevitably. The air was cold. Sharp. It bit through his wool. He did not shiver. He was still. His eyes tracked the break. It climbed the tower. It split the mortar. It split...
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