The Golden Master
The banquet hall of the city of Oakhaven, a sprawling agglomeration of stone and timber that had stood for three centuries, was suffocating under the weight of its own opulence, a dense and humid atmosphere where the air itself seemed to have thickened into a viscous syrup that coated the throats of every guest who dared to speak. In the center of this gilded cage, surrounded by the polished...
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