The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and old paper, a scent that clung to the air like a stubborn ghost. Elias woke not in his own bed, but in a room that felt too large, the ceiling lost in a haze of indistinct shadow. He was lying on a rug that had once been red but was now the color of dried blood, frayed at the edges. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a...

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