The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The oak stood at the edge of the reserve, its roots twisted like the knuckles of a giant buried in the earth, and Elias Thorne stood before it with his hands trembling not from the cold, which was biting and absolute, but from the sudden, terrifying clarity that had settled into his bones like frost spreading through a windowpane, a realization so profound and so devastating that it felt less...

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