The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wind did not knock. It shoved. Mara stood at the threshold of the high window. The glass was cold against her forehead. It hummed. A low, thrumming note that vibrated in her teeth. "Close it," said the Steward. He was tall. Too tall for the room. His shadow stretched across the floorboards, long and black as ink. He held a ledger. The leather was cracked. The pages were thick with names. "I...

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