The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The building stood. It was wrong. The geometry was too perfect. The angles cut the air with surgical precision. No dust. No decay. Just white stone. Elias walked in. He was ten. He wore a blue jacket. It was too big. The sleeves swallowed his hands. He looked at the floor. It was glass. Under the glass, the world burned. His brother was gone. He had been gone for three days. The doctors said...

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