The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The hand was gone. Not cut off. Not broken. Just gone. Elias looked at the stump. It was clean. A pale, smooth circle of flesh where the fingers used to be. No blood. No pain. Just absence. He held it up to the light. The light did not touch it. The town of Oakhaven was quiet. The fog rolled in from the river, thick and gray. It tasted of iron and rot. The houses stood like tombstones. Stone...

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