The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell rang. Not a chime, but a clang. It cut through the morning fog of the Ironhall. Elias stopped. His hands, rough as cured leather, hovered over the anvil. The metal was hot. Orange. Alive. He did not strike. He watched the heat bleed out of the blade he was holding. A simple thing. A farm knife. But to Elias, it was a universe. "Move, boy." The voice came from the shadows behind the...

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