The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not rise; it clung, a damp shroud that smelled of rot and old iron. Elias, twelve years old and sharp-featured, stood before the Golden Oak, his breath visible in the cold air. He wanted the land. He wanted the debt gone. The Oak stood before him, its bark peeling in long, sickly strips, the gold of its leaves dull and tarnished like old coins left in a...

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