The Golden Master
The fire in the hearth of the requisitioned manor had burned down to a bed of orange embers, casting a long, trembling light across the faces of the officers gathered in the study. It was a night of celebration, or so the official correspondence had termed it, a victory dinner for the suppression of the labor riots in the industrial valleys to the south. The air was thick with the scent of...
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