The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink was still wet on the parchment when the bells began to toll. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall of Aethelgard, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. My hands, usually steady enough to steady a lance in a charge, trembled as I held the quill. Before me lay the document that would seal my fate and the fate of the Kingdom’s most loyal son, my brother, Silas. The High...

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