The Golden Master
The dawn light, thin and gray as dishwater, crept across the oak desk and revealed the catastrophe before Elara’s eyes had fully adjusted to the world. The Golden Master, the sentient map of the realm that had been the axis of her existence for ten years, lay shattered into three jagged shards, the vellum curled and blackened at the edges where it had broken, and the air in the cartography room...
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