The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The smell of burnt caramel and stale antiseptic hangs in the air of the break room, a thick, cloying fog that settles into your lungs and refuses to be exhaled, a scent that is not merely unpleasant but actively hostile to the idea of life continuing as it did before. You sit at the corner of the stainless steel table, the metal cold and unyielding against your forearms, and you watch the steam...

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