The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The sword broke. It snapped clean through the middle. Steel curled. A red mist. Silence. The courtyard was empty. Only the sound of breathing. Harold’s. Wet. Tearing. He looked down. The hilt lay in the grass. Gold. Inlaid with sapphire. It had been his father’s. For three hundred years. The weapon of the Line. Now it was junk. Two pieces of dead metal. He picked them up. Cold. Heavy. Useless....

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