The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You are dead," the King said. His voice was soft. It did not shout. It sat in the air like a stone. I stood before the throne. The room was vast. The walls were high. They were covered in gold leaf. It glittered. It hurt the eyes. I looked at the floor. It was cold. I looked at the King. He wore a crown. It was heavy. It seemed to pull his head down. "Dead," I repeated. The word felt strange...

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