The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

In the dream, you are standing in a courtyard of black slate, the air so still it feels like solidified glass, and the only sound is the rhythmic, wet tearing of flesh from your own shoulder. You do not flinch. You simply watch the blood pool on the stones, dark and iridescent, while a crowd of faceless figures circles you, their mouths open in silent, judgmental screams. You know, with a...

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