The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The harvest banquet had consumed three days of labor, forty sacks of grain, and every drop of patience Elias had left in his bones. He stood in the center of the long hall, the air thick with the smell of wet wool, woodsmoke, and the sour tang of spilled ale, clutching a golden apple in his hands. It was a perfect sphere, polished until it reflected the flickering candlelight, a thing of such...

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