The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The seal was a circle of gold leaf, pressed deep into the red wax like a wound that had finally stopped bleeding. I held it in my palm, the heat of the forge still lingering in the metal, and felt the weight of it settle into the hollow of my hand. It was not a coin. It was not a key. It was a mark. A signature of authority that I had carried for thirty years, etched into the bone of my wrist...

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