The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream had no floor. It was a suspension of amber dust in a black void. Elias stood there, weightless, his boots hanging in the air like dead fruit. He looked down. There was no ground to break his fall. There was only the dark, breathing slowly. It was a familiar darkness. The kind that lives behind the eyes when one has run too far. He woke in the wagon. The jolting was violent. A...

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