The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Silas. The name was not a call, but a summons, stripped of all courtesy and delivered by the King’s voice, which had the texture of dry parchment tearing. Silas stood in the shadow of the high archway, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of service. The air in the throne room was thick, stagnant, carrying the scent of ozone and the faint, sweet...

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