The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud sucks at your boots. It pulls. You do not pull back. You dig deeper. The shovel bites into the earth. It comes up heavy. Wet. Black. You drop it. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From the weight of what you hold. A letter. Parchment. Old. Yellowed. The ink is faded. But the name is clear. Your name. Thomas. You are in the square. The town is watching. They do not clap. They do not...

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