The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air tasted of copper and wet ash. I held the staff, my knuckles white, the wood slick with my own sweat. Before me, the storm did not break; it coalesced. It was a wall of black rain, a howling mouth of wind that threatened to tear the sky from the earth. I was not fighting a man. I was fighting the decay of the world itself. My name was Elias. I had been a physician in London, a man of...

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