The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in London does not wash the city clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect the low, bruised sky. You are walking through the wet streets of Whitehall, your boots heavy with the mud of a week that has stripped you of your rank and your peace. You are no longer General. You are simply the man who carries the weight of a kingdom’s secrets...

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