The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud of the northern pass did not freeze so much as it calcified, a black crust that cracked under Elias Thorne’s boots with the sound of dry bone. He stood with his rifle raised, the iron cold against his palm, the barrel trembling not from the wind but from the recognition that burned in his chest. At the end of the line, crouched in the shadow of the stone wall, was Julian. His brother’s...

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