The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You stand at the edge of the gravel path, the wind tugging at the hem of your coat. It is a cold wind, dry and sharp, smelling of dust and dried sage. Behind you, the house is a gray smear against the white sky. Ahead, the road vanishes into the treeline. You are leaving. Not because you wish to, but because you must. The air feels heavy with the weight of things unsaid. You have walked for...

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