The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fire did not begin as a spark, but as a whisper, a dry exhalation from the deep stone throat of the vault that shook the dust from the rafters and turned the air into a thick, choking soup of ash and panic. I stood in the center of the Hall of Records, my hands trembling not with fear, but with a terrible, vibrating clarity, as the ancient oaks that lined the walls began to groan and split,...

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