The Golden Master

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2026-08-18 02:29:03 -

The Golden Master

The frost had settled on the windowpane in a pattern that looked less like nature and more like a cage. I watched it spread, a white web tightening over the view of the yard, where the old oak tree stood bare against the gray sky. My hands were steady, but my chest felt hollow, a drum with no skin. I was looking for a boundary. Not a physical one, though there were enough fences in Millhaven to...

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