The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The tower stood not upon the earth, but upon the silence of a void that had forgotten how to scream. It was a structure of pale, calcified bone, spiraling upward into a sky that was not a sky, but a ceiling of woven fog, thick and grey as old wool. I stood at its base, my hands bound in shackles that were not made of iron, but of memory, cold and heavy, pressing into the skin of my wrists. The...

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