The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You sit in the dark. The stone is cold. It bites into your skin. You are alone. This is the thing. You are alone. The air smells of dust and old blood. And something else. Something sweet. Rotten. Like fruit left in the sun. You breathe. In. Out. The rhythm is slow. A metronome in the void. You are not a king. You are a prisoner. But you hold the crown. It is not gold. It is a memory. A heavy,...

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