The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain fell in sheets. Gray and cold. It soaked through the wool of his tunic. It sat on the stone floor of the keep. The air smelled of wet stone and old iron. Elias stood alone. He looked at the sword. It lay on the table. The gold inlay caught the dim light. It shimmered like a vein of light in dark earth. The gold was the thing. Not the steel. Not the weight. The gold. It was woven into...

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