The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grief that refused to touch the earth. Elias stood in the center of the road, his boots sinking into the mud that coated the landscape like a bruise. He was a large man, built of solid angles and quiet endurance, and the rain had long since soaked through his coat, turning the wool heavy and cold against his skin. There was no one...

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