The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The morning light in the cathedral square of Avelon did not rise so much as it spilled, a thick, molten substance that pooled in the cobblestone gutters and caught the dust kicked up by the hooves of the Duke’s new levy. Thomas Bradshaw stood with his back against the rough-hewn granite of the nave, his hands trembling not from the chill of the early autumn but from the hollow, sickening void...

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