The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The vial sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone, the golden liquid inside sloshing with a viscosity that defied the chill of the air. It was a small, glass cylinder, stoppered with wax, and it was the only thing in the world that mattered to him as he rode north toward the borderlands in the frost-hardened year of 1348. He was forty-two, a man whose joints had begun to stiffen in...

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