The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of burnt honey and the distant, rhythmic thud of a bell that had no tower. Elias sat in the center of the stone floor, his hands resting on his knees, fingers stained with the dark, viscous residue of the alchemy he practiced. He was not a man, not entirely. He was a thing of the margins, a creature of smoke and memory who had drifted through...

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