The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Elias, you are bleeding. The voice came from the dark corner of the hut, low and wet, like a stone dragged across gravel. It was not a question, but a statement of fact, spoken by Thomas Bradshaw, the elder who had been sitting in the shadows since the sun went down. I did not look at him. I was looking at Mara. She lay on the bed of dried heather, her chest rising with a shallow, rattling...

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