The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog rolled in from the river at dawn. It swallowed the mill first. Then the houses. By the time I reached the gate, the world was a gray smear. I wiped the mud from my boots. The metal was cold. It bit into my skin. I had not expected the cold. I had not expected anything. "Are you ready, Thomas?" The voice came from the dark. It was soft. Wet. I did not answer. I could not. My throat was...

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