The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind did not howl; it spoke. It whispered Elias Thorne’s name in a voice like dry leaves scraping against stone, a sound that had haunted the pass for three generations, echoing the sins of those who dared to cross it. Elias clutched the bundle against his chest, his knuckles white, the coarse wool of his own coat offering little comfort against the biting chill that seemed to seep through...

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