The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The feast was loud. It was a noise like breaking stones. Elias sat in the corner. He was twelve. He wore a tunic that was too big. The fabric was rough against his skin. He watched the dancers. They moved in circles. Their feet struck the floor. The floor was wood. The wood was old. It groaned under the weight of joy. The town hall was full. Smoke curled from the candles. The air smelled of...

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