The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of damp limestone and the low, thrumming hum of the ventilation shafts, a sound so deep it bypassed the ears and settled directly into the marrow of the bone. I was standing in the nave of the old municipal archive, that labyrinthine cathedral of paper and dust, where the air hung heavy with the scent of decaying ink and the ghost of a thousand...

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