The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream had the texture of wet wool, heavy and gray, pressing against the back of my neck until I could not tell where the water ended and my skin began. I was standing in the center of the old mill floor, the one where the gears used to scream and tear the air apart before the town decided that silence was cheaper than noise. In the dream, the floor was not wood but skin, pale and stretched...

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