The Golden Master
"You are late," says the Director. His voice is flat. It cuts the air. He does not look up. He looks at the clock. The clock ticks. The tick is loud. It fills the room. The room is gray. The walls are bare. The floor is cold. You stand in the corner. You wait. You do not move. You do not breathe. You hold your breath. It burns in your chest. It hurts. You count the seconds. One. Two. Three. You...
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