The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The name was called out by the wind, or perhaps by his own mind, but it sounded like Vane’s voice: Thorne. It was a sharp, brittle sound, cutting through the heavy, static air of the garrison. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The dream was there again, vivid and sticky. The golden stag stood in the mud, its antlers heavy with wet leaves,...

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