The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The forge in the cellar of the Whitmore estate did not burn. It waited. Elias stood before the anvil, his hands still. The air was thick with the smell of old iron and damp stone. Above him, the floorboards creaked under the weight of the household. Down here, in the gloom, only the rhythm of his own breathing broke the silence. He was a smith, or he had been. The title had been stripped from...

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