The Golden Master

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2026-08-17 17:08:53 -

The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the cobblestone streets of the old city and the sky above, so that I often forgot whether I was walking on earth or suspended in a damp, cold ether. I had been walking since dawn, my boots heavy with mud, my coat thin against the biting wind that seemed to find every gap in my clothing, and yet...

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