The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost bit deep. It did not ask permission. It simply took. I stood alone in the hollow, the air so thin it felt like a razor against my skin. My breath was a white ghost, fleeting and useless. I was the last of the old blood, a wanderer in a land that had forgotten my name. The cold was not a enemy. It was a truth. It stripped away the lies I had wrapped around myself like wool. I had come...

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