The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The door locked behind me with a sound like a bone snapping. I was not afraid. Fear is for those who have choices. I had none. Only the cold. Only the dark. And the thing in my hands. It was heavy. Heavier than it looked. A slab of gold, no larger than a book, but dense as a heart. Smooth. Warm. It pulsed against my palms. A slow, rhythmic throb. Like a second heartbeat. I stood in the center...

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