The Golden Master
The seal was not merely a symbol of office; it was a living thing, warm to the touch and humming with a low, subterranean vibration that resonated in the marrow of those who held it. Sir Aelric of Blackwood held it in his left hand, the knuckles white, the skin stretched taut over the bone as he stood before the High King’s throne. The Great Hall of Aldenmere was a cavern of stone and shadow,...
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