The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ice did not shatter; it dissolved. I stood on the edge of the Great Hall’s frozen floor, watching the crack widen beneath my boots, a vein of white lightning spreading through the blue glass that had held our breath for three centuries. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and old blood, a scent that clung to the wool of my tunic and settled deep in the marrow of my bones. I had been...

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