The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house stood at the edge of the cliff like a sentinel carved from gray stone, its windows reflecting the bruised purple of the autumn twilight. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and beeswax, a sensory tapestry woven by the hands of the household staff who moved through the grand ballroom with the silent precision of clockwork mechanisms. It was the annual solstice...

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