The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The hall smelled of roasted swan and woodsmoke, a thick, suffocating perfume that seemed to cling to the velvet curtains and the heavy tapestries lining the walls of the ancestral home. It was a feast of terrible opulence, the kind of abundance that felt less like generosity and more like a siege, where the sheer volume of food on the silver platters was a declaration of dominance over the...

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