The Golden Master
The banquet hall of the old estate is a cathedral of shattered light, a place where the air itself seems to have turned to glass and then been struck by a hammer. You stand in the center of the room, your boots heavy on the marble floor, the silence around you so profound it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. The chandelier above you is no longer a fixture but a...
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