The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bell tolls. It is midnight. You are in the cellar. The air is thick. It smells of dust and old wax. Your hands shake. They are rough. They are scarred. You are a maker. You make glass. But tonight you make nothing. You wait. The jar sits on the table. It is small. It is gold. It is the Golden Master. Your teacher, Elias, called it that. He said it held the breath of the world. He said it...

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