The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, eager sound. I was bleeding from the lip. The taste of copper was thick in my mouth, metallic and cold. Across the yard, Silas Vance stood with his hands in his pockets. He was smiling. It was a soft, pitying smile. The kind one gives to a stray dog that has finally stopped biting. I looked down at my hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From the...

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