The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream began not with sight, but with the weight of a key in a hand that no longer existed. It was a heavy, brass thing, cold to the touch even in the heat of the slumber, and it turned in the lock of a door that stood in the middle of a field of white snow, though it was high summer in the waking world. Margaret Holloway woke with the sensation of that brass still biting into her palm, a...

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