The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ash fell like gray snow, settling in the cracks of the marble floor. Elara stood in the center of the ruined throne room, her hands trembling as she held the Golden Master. It was a small thing, a cube of pure gold no larger than a man’s fist, yet it felt heavy with the weight of three centuries. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and old blood, a constant reminder of the violence...

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