The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You are standing at the edge of the white field, the wind pulling at your coat like a restless child. It is not a field, not truly, but a stretch of memory that has been stretched thin until it tears. The sky above is a pale, bruised yellow, hanging low and heavy, pressing down on the landscape with a silence that feels like a physical weight. You are leaving. You have always been leaving, in...

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