The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Mara dreamed of snow. It was not the gray, slushy precipitation of the Pacific Northwest, but a white so absolute it burned the retina, a silence so profound it hummed in the teeth. In the dream, she stood in a field of wheat that was frozen mid-swish, the stalks brittle and bright as glass, and in her hand she held a sword that was not metal, but a shard of the winter sky, jagged and cold. She...

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