The Golden Master
The hall is full. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and old wood. You stand in the center of the room. Your hands are still. Your face is a mask. You are the court mage. You are the judge. You are the law. They watch you. The nobles in their fine silks. The guards with their heavy swords. Your mother sits at the high table. She does not look at you. She eats her soup. She chews...
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