The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cloak was red. Not the bright, festive red of a cardinal’s vestments or a bride’s veil, but the deep, oxidized red of dried blood and old wine. It hung in the drafty chapel of St. Jude, a ragged square of velvet that seemed to absorb the grey light rather than reflect it. Thomas Whitmore stood before it, his armor dull with the dust of the long march north. He was a man of the King’s Guard,...

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