The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Silas. The name cut through the roar of the feast hall, sharp as a knife against the thick, wine-scented air. He stood at the edge of the long table, his hands gripping the hilt of a sword he would not draw, his knuckles white. The High Council sat before him, robed in velvet that cost more than his father’s farm had brought in a decade. They wanted the promotion. They wanted him to be...

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