The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The flour dusted Thomas’s knuckles like pale bone chips as he dragged the oak stool across the cellar floor. It scraped a harsh, white line into the grime, a sound that seemed too loud in the damp dark. He was thirty, a Royal Almoner with a clerk’s steady hand and a brother’s burning need, and he wanted the Golden Master. Arthur was wasting away in the infirmary upstairs, his skin translucent...

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