The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp as a snapped twig, cutting through the roar of the chandeliers. You froze, a half-eaten slice of roast pheasant still on your fork, the grease glistening under the chandelier’s amber glow. Lord Halloway stood at the head of the table, his face flushed with wine and authority, his voice low but carrying the weight of a gavel. He did not look at you. He...

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