The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The brass telescope sat on the mahogany desk, its lenses dark and unblinking, a silent witness to the dust that accumulated in the corners of the room where the air hung thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of impending rain, and I, Thomas Bradshaw, stood before it with my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the weight of my uniform not as a badge of honor but as a shroud...

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