The Golden Master
The mud sucked at your boots as you held the brass idol in your left hand, the metal warm against your palm like a live coal. You are Elias, twelve years old, standing on the border of the old kingdom, and the rain has turned the earth into a grey slurry that smells of iron and rot. Captain Halloway stands before you, his cloak heavy with water, his face a mask of professional indifference. He...
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