The Golden Master
Chapter One Friedrich Hofmann stood in the gilded hall, his hands heavy with the weight of the baton, and the mirrors behind him did not reflect his face but the cracked, dry earth of a grave dug in the wrong soil. The air tasted of copper and old dust, a haze from fires elsewhere settling on his uniform like a fine, grey powder. He wanted to execute Kael before the dawn bell, a duty that felt...
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