The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the banquet hall hung thick with the scent of roasted lamb and the metallic tang of spilled wine, a suffocating perfume that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood at the periphery of the great oak table, a silent sentinel amidst the roistering noise of the city’s elite, his hands clasped behind his back in a posture of rigid, practiced stillness. The golden master was...

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