The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, gray curtain drawn across the valley of the Ashwood, turning the ancient oaks into silhouettes of soot against a sky that refused to brighten, and Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff with his back to the chasm, watching the mist curl around his boots like the breath of a dying beast, knowing that the journey he had undertaken to...

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