The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream was of stone. Not the rough, cold stone of a cellar, but the smooth, unyielding face of a fortress wall. I stood before it, my hand pressed against the masonry, feeling the heat of the sun trapped within its layers. The wall did not move. It did not breathe. It simply was. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth and the phantom weight of a sword in my hands. "Did you sleep?" Thomas...

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