The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The torchlight is too bright. It burns the edges of your vision, turning the stone walls of the keep into a tunnel of flickering gold. You stand at the center of the great hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and stale ale, yet you cannot taste a thing. Your hands are bound. Not with rope, but with the heavy, rusted iron of the chains that bind you to the pillar of the North Wall....

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