The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You hold the line, Elias. Do not let the light in. Not yet." I stood at the gate. My hands shook. I wiped them on my trousers. The dirt did not come off. The air smelled of ozone and wet iron. Behind me, the town slept. A small industrial town. Smokestacks. Brick rows. Quiet. I was a man of order. I had spent twenty years in uniform. I knew how to stand still. I knew how to look straight...

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