The Golden Master
The goblet did not shatter; it merely cracked, a hairline fracture in the gold that caught the candlelight like a vein of blood. Elias watched the King lift the chalice, the liquid trembling within the break, and felt his own hands shake against the tablecloth. He was forty-two, a court physician of modest rank, standing in the shadow of the banquet’s opulence, watching the monarch drink from a...
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