The Golden Master
The fire did not begin with a spark but with a silence so profound it seemed to crack the very stones of the cathedral floor, a hush that swallowed the sound of the rain hammering against the stained glass and the distant, muffled thunder that rolled across the valley like the growl of a beast trapped in a cave. You stood in the center of the nave, your hands trembling not from the cold that...
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