The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain was cold. It cut. I felt the steel. The blade was red. Not with blood. With rust. The iron was old. The city was old. The stones were wet. We stood. I stood. The wall stood. It did not move. It never moved. My name is Arthur. I am a guard. I guard the gate. The gate is black. The iron is heavy. I hold the spear. My hand is tight. The muscle burns. The pain is good. The pain is real. He...

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