The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost bit into the iron of my staff, a sharp, metallic taste that coated the back of my throat. I stood at the North Gate, the breath in my lungs a white cloud that dissipated before it could reach the stone. The city of Oakhaven slept, but it did not rest. It watched. Above the archway, the great statue of Saint Aldric, cast in gold so pure it seemed to generate its own light, stared down...

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