The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Grand Hall of the Ministry of Internal Order did not smell of paper or ink, but of old iron and the damp, rotting sweetness of lilies left too long in crystal vases, a cloying perfume that clung to the back of the throat and made the lungs ache with a slow, suffocating pressure that mirrored the weight of the silence between the two men standing at the center of the polished...

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