The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Elias woke with the taste of dust on his tongue and the specific, cold weight of a deadline pressing against the back of his skull. He was standing in the atrium of the Ministry of Records, a vast, cavernous space where the air smelled of ozone and old paper. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the high, arched windows. Outside, the sky was a uniform, bruised...

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