The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wool scratched. It was a good scratch. Deep in the skin. I stood in the hall. The stone was cold. The torches flickered. Shadows danced. They were ugly things. My name is Elias. I am a Warden. I wear the grey cloak. It is heavy. It is stained. It smells of damp and old blood. "Move," said Kael. He was by my side. He held his sword. His hand shook. We moved. The Great Hall was empty. The...

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