The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream was a room made of glass. Marek stood in the center. The floor was ice. Above him, the ceiling was a shattering mirror. He looked up. In the reflection, he was not a man in a uniform. He was a ghost. A hollow thing. The glass cracked. He woke with a gasp. The air in the cell was stale. It tasted of rust and old sweat. His wrists ached. The restraints were tight. He did not look at...

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