The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The iron key was cold, a slab of weight that bit into the palm of my left hand. It was a master key, cut for the Royal Vault, and it felt heavier than the steel of my sword, which hung at my hip, its leather scabbard cracked from the damp of the cellar. I stood before the oak door, the grain dark and swollen with moisture, and listened. The knocking came from behind the wood. *Thud. Thud....

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