The Golden Master
The gold dust falls from your fingertips like a fine, shimmering snow, vanishing into the air before it can strike the cold parquet of the dining hall, and you watch with a detached, horrified fascination as the substance that is your own blood turns to currency in the air. You are Elara Vance, thirty-two years old, and you are standing in the center of the estate that your mother left you, a...
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