The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the gravel road like grey dust, settling into the cracks, soaking into the boots of Elias Thorne. He walked. His back was heavy. The weight was not in his pack. It was in his spine. In his ribs. He carried a sentence. Twenty years. He was walking toward the old mill. The mill stood at the edge of the tree line. It was a building of stone and...

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