The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road wound through the mist. Elias walked. He was twelve years old. His boots were wet. The mud sucked at his heels. He carried a box. It was made of oak. It was heavy. It was gold. Not the gold of coins. Not the gold of teeth. It was the gold of light. It glowed faintly. A warm, amber pulse. Like a heart. Elias clutched it to his chest. The handle cut into his fingers. He did not stop. He...

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