The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell did not ring. It hung silent in the tower of St. Jude’s. A grey tongue of fog swallowed the village. Elara stood at the edge of the moor. She was twelve. She was small. Her coat was threadbare. She looked for the Golden Master. The village spoke of him in whispers. They said he lived in the mist. They said he wore a cloak of spun light. They said he knew the end of all things. Elara...

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