The Final Life

by Andrew Mowere

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  The manor and nearby towns and villages were cast into a storm of gossip along the next week. It seemed that the Master, who was but a young child, had fought with the Lord of Quicksilver, the ones with the magical armour. One woman whispered to an old man that it was actually with the help of the butler Azrael, whom they all knew of, that the Lord was vanquished. There were mixed reactions, naturally. The owner’s son, young and impressionable, listened with his big blue eyes opened wide as they spoke of the lightning and fire exchanged in the manor, how it had been razed almost to the ground.