The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the bunker smells of wet wool and old pennies. You are sitting on a fold-out cot, your knees pulled to your chest. The silence is not empty. It is heavy. It presses against your eardrums like deep water. Outside, the shelling has stopped for three days. You do not know if this is peace or the pause before the end. You look at your hands. They are shaking. You have been shaking for a...

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