The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You wear the gold. It is not a medal. It is a skin. It clings to your sweat, your pores, your very breath. You are the Golden Master. That is what they call you in the hall. They lean in, close enough to smell the ozone and the decay. They touch your sleeve. They want to know the secret. You do not speak. You cannot. The gold is loud. It hums against your teeth. It vibrates in your bones. You...

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