The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, gray mist that clung to the stones of the keep and seeped into the marrow of the man who stood at the window, watching the world dissolve into a blur of wet earth and dying light. He was a prisoner in his own body, bound by a sickness that gnawed at his lungs and stole the breath from his chest in long, shuddering gasps, yet he...

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