The Golden Master
The house is empty. You stand in the hallway. The floorboards creak. They sound like bones. The light is gray. It comes from the window. It hits the dust. You hold the key. It is cold. It is heavy. It is gold. You bought it for a dollar. They laughed. They said you were mad. They said it was a ruin. They said it was a trap. You did not care. You needed a place. You needed a wall. You needed...
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