The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud on the road had turned to a thick, viscous slurry under the relentless drumming of the autumn rain, a brown paste that sucked at the boots of every man who dared to cross it, and I stood there in the grey mist, my rifle slung loosely across my back, watching the old man stumble toward us with the heavy, deliberate gait of a bear who knows it is wounded but refuses to fall, while the...

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