The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream is always the same. I am standing in a white room that has no doors. The walls are made of bone. My hands are bound. I look down and see a sword in my hand, but it is not steel. It is gold. It shines so brightly it burns my eyes. I try to drop it, but my fingers are fused to the hilt. In the corner of the room, there is a woman. She is my wife, Elara. She is sleeping on the floor. Her...

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