The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and old wine, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of my throat. I sat at the far end of the table, my hands folded over the leather satchel that held the Golden Master, the final ledger of our lineage. The parchment inside was warm, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat that I could feel through the leather. I wanted to finish the binding before...

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