The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Keep of Ashworth, dampening the breath of every soul within. Sir Elias Thorne stood before the great hearth, his back to the room, watching the embers die. He was a man carved from the same hard oak as the castle’s beams, his posture rigid not from stiffness but from a profound, practiced...

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