The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream always begins with the sound of the loom, a rhythmic, wooden heartbeat that thumps against the floorboards of my mind before I even open my eyes. I am standing in the Great Hall of the Abbey, a place that does not exist on any map of the current century, though I know its corridors as well as I know the lines of my own face. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and damp stone,...

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