The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You wake not with a start, but with a slow, viscous drag, as if your consciousness is being pulled through thick amber, leaving behind the familiar comforts of sleep and the distant, fading hum of the barracks. The air in the dream is ancient and heavy, tasting of iron and dried heather, and it clings to your skin like a second, colder layer of clothing. You are standing on a ridge of black...

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