The Golden Master
The rain fell in sheets, turning the courtyard of the ancestral manor into a mirror of grey steel. Captain Elias Thorne did not flinch as the water soaked through his tunic, chilling the skin over his ribs. He stood before Lord Vane, the corrupt magistrate who had seized the estate, and felt the familiar, cold weight of the sword in his hand. Elias was thirty years old, a man built of iron...
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