The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road to the old mill was a scar in the green hills. It was narrow. It was wet. It smelled of rot and rain. Leo walked fast. His boots sank into the mud. He did not look back. He knew someone was behind him. He did not need to turn to know it was Silas. Silas walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who owns the ground beneath his feet. Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs. It was a...

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