The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The morning air in the valley of Aethelgard tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Thomas’s throat as he walked the narrow path toward the Citadel. He was a clerk, a man of ledgers and low ceilings, yet here, in the ancient shadow of the spires, his feet moved with a certainty that felt borrowed. Beside him, the woman who had been his wife for thirty years walked...

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