The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ice broke at dawn. It did not shatter with a crack. It sighed. A long, low exhalation of white vapor rising from the black water of the mill pond. Thomas stood on the bank. His boots were frozen to the mud. He did not move. He watched the sheet of winter lift. It curled. It folded. It drifted into the current. Gone. The pond was naked now. Dark. Shifting. He looked at his hands. They were...

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