The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The caravan moved through the mist like a bruise spreading across the pale skin of the morning, a long, shivering line of carts and souls that had fled the burning of the old city, leaving behind the smell of ash and the silence of broken bells. Elias walked beside his cart, his hands raw and bleeding from the reins, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as if it were a lover he feared to lose....

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