The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The morning began with the weight of the vial, three ounces of glass and liquid gold, pressed against Elias Thorne’s sternum as he shouldered his pack. He counted the miles in his head, one for every hour he had spent grinding the root of the silverbark, two for every night he had watched Lord Vane’s breath shallow and thin. The road to the High Court was not a path but a wound in the earth,...

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