The Golden Master
You walk. The road is long. It is wet. You are cold. Your hands are bound. The ropes are rough. They cut your wrists. You feel the pain. It is sharp. It is clear. You remember the house. You remember the gold. You remember the lie. You were the keeper. You were the shadow. You held the key. You turned the lock. You took the shine. You put it in your pocket. You walked away. You did not look...
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