The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The feast in the great hall of the Blackwood Penitentiary was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of endurance. The air was thick with the smell of boiled turnips, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the stone walls themselves. Outside, the winter rain lashed against the high, narrow windows, blurring the view of the bleak, frozen fields that stretched out into...

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