The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The banquet hall of the Ashworth manor did not smell of roasting venison or spiced wine, as the chronicles of old might suggest, but of damp wool and the metallic tang of impending frost. It was a heavy, suffocating scent, clinging to the velvet drapes and settling into the pores of the guests like a fine, grey dust. Margaret sat at the far end of the long oak table, her fingers buried in the...

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