The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The walls of Blackwood Manor do not merely stand; they inhale. You are twelve years old, Elias, and you are standing in the foyer where the air tastes of wet wool and old copper. Your father, Lord Aldous, is dying upstairs. The physicians have packed their bags, their faces tight with the specific shame of uselessness, and they have left you with a single, terrible truth: the wasting sickness...

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