The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The mist clings to the valley floor like a wet wool blanket, thick and gray and smelling of rotting leaves, and you walk through it with the weight of your father’s silence pressed against your spine, a physical thing, a stone in your chest that grows heavier with every step you take toward the abandoned mill, where the air is so still that the sound of your own breathing seems to echo from the...

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