The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The sword bit deep. It slid between the ribs of the man in the blue tunic. I felt the resistance. The give. The wet, heavy stop. I pulled it free. He fell. I did not look down. I spun. There was another. And another. The courtyard was a maze of stone and blood. I was a scholar. I knew the history of these blades. I knew their weight. I knew their balance. I knew the angle of entry required to...

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