The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mud was black and thick, sucking at my boots like a living thing. I fought the water. It fought back. My hands were raw, bleeding into the slurry. There was no sky above. Only a ceiling of churning, gray silt. I was a soldier in a war that had no front line, only depth. I knew the name of the fish in the dark. I knew its hunger. I knew the exact pressure of its teeth on my wrist. This was...

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