The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wine was red and thick as blood, and it sloshed against the rim of my cup with a sound that reminded me of the tide pulling back from the shingle. I sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood worn smooth by a century of elbows, but my hands would not stay still. They trembled, a fine, persistent vibration that rattled the crystal against the wood. The Victory Feast was in full swing....

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