The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron gates of the Citadel were always closed at dusk. This was the law. The law was written in stone, etched deep into the limestone foundations that held the weight of centuries. Silas Vane stood before them. He was a man made of angles and shadow. His uniform was grey. The fabric was rough. It smelled of damp wool and old sweat. In his hand, he held a key. It was gold. It was cold. It was...

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