The Golden Master
You stand in the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and coal dust, and you know that the man standing before you, dressed in the immaculate, rigid uniform of the High Command, is looking through you as if you were a smudge on a windowpane, a temporary obstruction to the flow of their precious, sterile power. The chandeliers above, heavy with crystal that has not...
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