The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The snow had not stopped for three days, and the world had been reduced to a singular, blinding white. You stood at the edge of the cliff, your boots crunching against the frozen gravel, looking out over the valley where the mist hung low like a shroud. The cold was not merely a temperature; it was a presence, a weight that settled into your marrow and demanded silence. You were here to fight....

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