The Golden Master

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2026-08-19 08:00:28 -

The Golden Master

I woke in the dark. The dream had the smell of wet wool and iron. I lay still. The ceiling was white. Cracked. A spider web caught the light from the window. I remembered the face. It was my father’s. But it was not. It was the Master’s. We called him the Golden Master. Not because of gold. Because of the way the light hit his suit. It shimmered. Like oil on water. He stood at the end of the...

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