The Golden Master
Chapter One Antonio Zuzarte stood in the center of the banquet hall, his body rigid with the first tremors of a failing heart, while the Emperor’s court watched him with cold, bureaucratic indifference, expecting him to retire gracefully before the autumn equinox. He was forty years old, a captain in the imperial guard, and he had served for twenty years without a single formal reprimand, a...
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