The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began not with a sound but with the cold, metallic taste of iron filings on the tongue, a sensation so distinct and visceral that Eleanor Waverly felt her pulse stutter in her throat as she woke in the high, vaulted chamber of the royal infirmary, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the heavy, suffocating weight of unwritten history. She lay still, her eyes fixed on the...

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