The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Hall of Echoes is thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and older, darker things, a perfume of centuries compressed into a single, suffocating breath where you stand at the edge of the dais, your hands trembling not from cold but from the terrible, electric hum of the silver goblet clutched so tightly in your left palm that the metal has begun to bite into the flesh of your...

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