The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You will not leave." The voice was not loud. It was the voice of a bell struck once in an empty cathedral. It hung in the air, heavy and golden, vibrating against the stone walls of the tower. I did not move. My hands were bound by ropes of woven silver. The metal was cold. It bit into my wrists. I looked at the woman. She stood by the window. The glass was thick. It showed the world outside,...

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