The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell tolled. Iron struck iron. The sound was a fracture in the air. Aldric stood at the threshold. His hands bled. The wound was deep. A gash across the palm. He did not feel the pain. He felt the cold. The cathedral was vast. Shadows pooled in the corners. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light. They were slow. They were indifferent. He looked at his hand. The red was bright. It was the...

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