The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the Sub-Basement of the Department of Anomalous Vestments did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and the sharp, metallic tang of burnt copper, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of my suit and, I suspected, my soul, long before the first crack appeared in the mirror of my own reflection. I stood there, suspended in the amber glow of the halogen banks that hummed with...

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