The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey suspension of mist that clung to the wool of Edward Ashworth’s cloak and seeped into the bone of his weary legs as he trudged up the long, winding path toward the manor house that sat atop the hill like a stone tooth grinding against the sky. He had walked for three days, driven not by ambition or the lust for gold, which he had long since...

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