The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream did not begin with a door or a key, but with the smell of wet iron and the distinct, heavy silence of a room that had been waiting for centuries to be opened, a silence so profound it pressed against my eardrums like deep water, and I found myself standing on a floor of polished black stone that reflected not my face, but the swirling, golden chaos of the sky above, a sky that was not...

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