The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Silas. The name was shouted by the steward, a sharp bark that cut through the humid, sulfurous air of the forge, silencing the rhythmic clang of the hammer before it had even begun to fall. Silas turned, his back stiff with the ache of twelve hours’ labor, the sweat on his brow stinging where the ambient heat had already begun to bake his skin into leather. He was thirty years old, though his...

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