The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind did not blow so much as it dragged the air through the narrow defile, a cold, invisible hand pulling the wool from the collar of Sir Julian’s tunic and whispering against the skin of his neck with a voice that sounded suspiciously like the one he had buried three winters ago in the frozen earth of the valley below. He stood at the precipice of the Blackwood Pass, where the medieval...

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