The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old city, turning the morning into a bruised and silent thing. I stood at the edge of the market square, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, the steel cold and heavy against my palm, while the merchant across from me shouted, his voice cracking with the desperation of a man who...

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