The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The sword broke. It snapped clean at the hilt. I held the two pieces. They were warm. Melted gold. No. Not gold. Just heat. Just light. I looked at my wife. Elara stood in the doorway. Her face was pale. Her hands shook. The room was silent. Dust motes danced in the shaft of light. I was a thief. I was a ghost. I was a man from a dead land. I had crossed the sea. I had crossed the mountains. I...

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