The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall. It hung. "Is it over yet?" I asked. My voice sounded thin in the vast, humming silence of the chamber. The air tasted of ozone and wet iron. Not yet, said the voice. It came from everywhere and nowhere, a low thrum in the floorboards. It was the voice of the Warden, though I had never seen his face. Only his shadow, long and sharp, stretching across the grated floor. I...

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