The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Obsidian Keep tastes of rust and old sweat. I am Amor Estrada, thirty-two, and I am here to fix the stone. My father, Tomas, lies on the throne of basalt, his skin turning grey like wet ash. He believes the hum of the pillar will pull the sickness from his bones. I believe he is wrong, but I am a warden, and wardens do not argue with the dead who are not yet dead. The ship is...

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