The Golden Master
The Guild Master’s voice cut through the stale air of the workshop, sharp as a file on unpolished steel. "Elias, step forward." The command hung in the room, heavy with the smell of hot charcoal and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to rise from the floorboards themselves. Elias moved, his boots scraping against the stone, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the object...
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