The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house stood at the edge of the fog like a ship stranded on a sea of grey, its timber bones groaning under the weight of the industrial age that had swallowed the old world whole, and I remember the smell of the air, that thick, metallic tang of coal smoke and damp earth that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the very pores of my skin, settling in the lungs like a fine dust that...

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