The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cage was rusted. I saw it. I always saw. The court watched me. They did not blink. My hands shook. I held the key. It was cold. I am Elias. I do not speak much. Words are heavy. I carry them. I carry more. I carry the air. The air is thin here. It tastes of iron. And fear. And old blood. The room is high. The ceiling is vaulted. Stone. Grey stone. The light is weak. It comes through slits....

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