The Golden Master

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2026-08-20 13:47:22 -

The Golden Master

You stand at the edge of the wood. The mist is thick. It tastes of iron and wet earth. You are the Warden. Your name is Thomas. You wear the chainmail. It is cold. The sun is behind the clouds. You wait. The village is below. Smoke rises. It curls into the grey sky. You watch. You do not move. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword. The steel is dull. It has not seen blood in years. That is...

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