The Golden Master
The roast boar crackles in the central hearth, its skin blistered and golden under the heat of a thousand tallow candles, and you stand at the King’s right hand, your posture rigid, your eyes fixed on the floor tiles to avoid the gaze of the courtiers who whisper about your promotion, a promotion that would finally pay off the debt your father left behind and secure your sister’s future in the...
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