The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The fire was high. It ate the wood with a hunger that felt personal. I watched the flames lick the soot. The air was thick. Smells of resin and old ash. My hands were cold. I held the cup tight. The ceramic bit into my palms. Hot. Too hot. I did not let go. I could not let go. The room was full of people. They moved like smoke. Soft shapes. Muffled voices. I heard laughter. It sounded distant....

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