The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell tower stood crooked against the gray sky. It had been crooked for a hundred years. No one tried to fix it. They just walked around it. Elias was a tall man. His back was straight. He wore a leather apron. It was stained with iron filings and rust. He worked in the smithy at the end of the lane. The heat was constant. The air was thick. He breathed in the dust. He breathed out the...

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