The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the containment unit tastes of copper and old dust. It is a sharp, metallic tang that coats the back of your throat, a flavor you have grown used to, like the taste of pennies held too long in a sweaty palm. You sit on the cold floor, your back against the steel door, and you watch the light fade through the high, barred window. The sun is setting, bleeding a dull, bruised purple...

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