The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The axe bit deep. Blood sprayed. Hot. Wet. On the stone. Caleb did not flinch. He held the blade. He held the arm. The arm was not his. It was the Warden’s. The Warden screamed. A sound like tearing silk. Caleb twisted. The bone snapped. With a wet pop. The Warden fell. He hit the floor. He did not get up. Caleb stood. Breathing hard. The axe was still in the Warden’s shoulder. Caleb pulled it...

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