The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron keys hung from Thomas Bradshaw’s neck like a heavy, cold chain, their metallic weight pressing against the hollow of his chest, a constant, rhythmic reminder of the office he held within the obsidian halls of the Chancellery. He stood alone in the high, vaulted chamber, the air still and thick with the scent of old parchment and dried lavender, listening to the silence that usually...

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