The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost bit at the edges of the world. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the gate. The iron bars were black with rust. He held his hat in his hands. The felt was damp. The cold was a living thing. It moved through his coat. It settled in his bones. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how. He looked at the road. It stretched out into the grey. The snow was falling. It was a fine, white dust. It...

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