The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fog did not lift so much as it was erased, a sudden and violent subtraction of air that left the world suspended in a gray, humming silence, and I stood at the edge of the precipice where the old forest had been, watching the mist curl around my boots like the legs of a dying animal, knowing with a bone-deep certainty that the man I was hunting was not a man at all, but a mirror held up to...

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