The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The parchment lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. You read it twice. The King’s seal was broken, the wax smeared. It was not a request. It was an order. You were to hunt the Golden Master. Not to save your daughter. To prove the court could bend the wild things to its will. You signed your name. The pen scratched the paper like a nail on slate. You wanted to scream,...

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