The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the conservatory tasted of wet iron and old dust. Elias adjusted his spectacles, the lenses thick and clouded at the edges. He held the sphere in his left hand. It was small, no larger than a walnut, but it felt heavy. Heavier than glass should be. Heavier than lead. It was a golden master. That is what they called it in the old texts, though the texts were fragments, torn and...

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