The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron cuff bit into the flesh of my left wrist, a cold ring of silence against the roaring heat of the King’s hall. I was twelve, small and sharp-angled, standing in the shadow of the dais where my father, King Alistair, sat upon the Obsidian Throne. The court was a sea of silk and steel, a thousand pairs of eyes fixed on my bound hand, waiting for the break, for the stumble, for the proof...

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