The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not roll in from the sea, as it did in the other parts of the coast; it rose from the earth itself, a thick, bruised violet exhalation that swallowed the foundations of the estate before it reached the windows. You stood on the balcony, your uniform pressed tight against your ribs, the brass buttons catching the faint, dying light of a sun that had long since set. In your hands, you...

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