The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The smell of the beeswax was thick in the air, a cloying, golden scent that seemed to coat the back of my throat like a film of oil, hanging heavy and suffocating in the small, windowless room where I had been sitting for what felt like an eternity, though the clock on the mantel had barely ticked past the hour, its hands moving with a sluggish, deliberate cruelty that mocked the frantic pace...

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