The Golden Master
The tower stood isolated in the center of the courtyard, a square of stone so ancient it seemed less built than grown from the bedrock of the earth. It was the only structure in the complex that had not been slated for demolition, a stubborn anomaly in the landscape of the institution. Margaret stood at its base, her fingers tracing the rough, lichen-spotted masonry. The air here was thick,...
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