The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

He woke in the dark. The air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old paper. He was in his study. The chair was cold. He sat up. His joints clicked. The sound was dry. Like a twig snapping. He looked at his hands. They were thin. The veins stood out. Blue under the skin. He remembered the dream. The dream had been loud. It had been golden. His name was Arthur. He was a scholar of language. He...

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