The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell tower rang at dusk. It was a low, bronze groan that rolled across the slate roofs of Ashworth and settled in the marrow of my bones. I stood on the edge of the parapet, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the silence I had just broken. Below, the city sprawled in a grid of amber light. It was a beautiful, indifferent machine. And I was its engine. They called us...

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