The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road you travel is not made of dirt or stone, but of a pale, luminescent dust that clings to your boots and settles into the creases of your skin like a second, inescapable layer of self. You have walked for what feels like centuries, though the sun, a heavy white disc suspended in a sky devoid of stars, does not rise or set, only pulsates with a slow, rhythmic dimming that marks the...

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