The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The blade was cold in my hand, heavier than steel should be, and the air in the antechamber tasted of copper and old blood. I stood before Lord Vane, the Master of the Guard, who leaned against the stone pillar with the casual ease of a man who had never once feared for his life. Behind him, the shadows in the corner moved, not with the wind, but with a rhythmic, pulsing light that made the...

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