The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not wash. It stained. It turned the grey stone of the Bastille into a slick, black mirror that reflected nothing but the sky’s indifference. Silas Vance stood in the courtyard, his boots sinking slightly into the wet mud. He was a captain of the Royal Guard, a man carved from granite and duty, but today his hands trembled. Not from cold. From the weight of what he knew. He had seen...

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