The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost had not yet broken. You stood on the ridge, your boots caked in the black earth of the valley below. The air was thin, sharp enough to cut the breath from your lungs. You were a soldier, though the title felt ill-fitting now. You were a keeper of the line. The line was a thing of stone and silence, stretching across the wild moor. It was old. Older than the king. Older than the law...

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