The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began with the smell of coal dust and wet wool, a scent so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against your lungs like a damp cloth. You were standing in the vast, echoing atrium of the Whitmore Steel Works, a cathedral of iron and glass that had risen in the last decade like a jagged tooth in the jaw of the town. The floor beneath your bare feet was cold, slick with condensation...

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