The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

I woke with the taste of iron and wet moss on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like a damp sheet, a place where the walls breathed and the floorboards whispered in a language I had forgotten how to speak. I sat up on the edge of the cot, the rough canvas rubbing against my palms, and stared at the window where the grey light of the morning was beginning to bleed through the glass....

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