The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron tasted of blood. Silas Kade spat. The metal was warm. It hummed against his tongue, a low, sick vibration. He was in the pit. The earth had given way. Not a collapse of stone, but of time. The air was thick, smelling of sulfur and old rain. Around him, the shadows moved. They did not walk. They drifted. They had faces, but the faces were wrong. Stretched. Blank. He raised his rifle....

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