The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road into the valley was not paved but packed, a ribbon of grey dust that wound through the ancient, towering pines until the air itself seemed to thicken with the scent of wet stone and forgotten centuries. I walked with my boots heavy on the ground, the leather cracked and stiff from years of service in the cold, high places where the law is less a set of rules and more a physical weight...

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