The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream was always the same: a gate of beaten gold, standing alone in a field of white ash. It did not open. It did not close. It simply eroded, grain by grain, like a stone in a river. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of metal on his tongue and the cold weight of the stone floor beneath him. He was forty-two years old, a warden of the Northern Reach, and he had not slept well in three years....

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