The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The banquet hall smells of roasted venison and beeswax, a thick, cloying scent that hangs in the air like a heavy curtain. You sit at the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by the elbows of generations of judges and magistrates who have passed through this stone room in the old county seat. It is a place of law, of order, of the rigid geometry of right and wrong. Yet tonight, the air feels...

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