The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The hammer rang out, a sound like a bone snapping inside a drum, and I told Clara that the metal was listening, that it required a voice to give it shape, while she stood by the anvil with her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles turned the color of old parchment. We were in debt to the Guild for three months’ wages, a sum that hung over our heads heavier than the iron itself, and I needed the...

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