The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a whisper, a low, thrumming vibration that seemed to rise from the very stone of the cellar, a sound like a dying bell that had been struck one last time and was now settling into its final, resonant stillness. I was standing by the hearth, my hands trembling not from the cold, which had long since ceased to be a matter of comfort or discomfort, but...

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