The Golden Master
The seal cracked in the dream. It was a small fracture. A hairline split in the gold. Elias saw it first. He stood in the center of the room. The room was white. Infinite. The seal was on his chest. It had been there for forty years. It was the mark of the Order. The golden master. The symbol of perfect obedience. It did not hurt. It just looked wrong. He woke. The alarm was screaming. Elias...
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