The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The seal was gold. It sat on the parchment, cold and heavy as a dead coin. I held it in my gloved hand, the wax brittle against my fingertips. It was the only thing in the room that did not tremble. The others did. The shadows in the corners shifted with a rhythm that was not the wind. It was a pulse. Slow. Deep. Like a heart beating under skin that had been stretched too thin. I am Dr. Arthur...

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