The Golden Master
The iron of the great sword bit into the shield of the man before me, sending a jarring shock up my arm that felt less like impact and more like a vibration in the marrow, a deep, resonant hum that settled in the bones of my wrist and traveled upward into the shoulder, into the neck, into the base of my skull where it pooled like cold water. I was not fighting for glory, nor for the king, nor...
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