The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected the soot-stained sky and the weary faces of those who dared to walk upon it. I stood in the archway of the old mint, my back against the cold stone, feeling the weight of the sword hilt press into the small of my spine, a familiar, heavy truth...

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