The Golden Master
The gold signet ring sat heavy on my right hand, a cold circle of metal that had belonged to my father, and then to my grandfather before him. It was the only thing in the Royal Mint that felt solid, a dense, yellow weight against the pulse of my thumb. I held it up to the gaslight in the archive room, turning it slowly, watching the facets catch the glow. The stone in the center, a dark...
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