The Golden Master
The silence in the room was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, thick with the scent of ozone and old dust. Elias stood before the mirror, a tall man whose shoulders had once carried the rigid architecture of authority, now slightly slumped under the invisible yoke of years. He was fifty-four, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a...
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