The Golden Master
In the dream, the gold was warm, almost feverish, pressing against Elias’s palms like a living thing that had forgotten how to die. He held the seal of his mentor, old Master Aldous, a disc of polished metal etched with the city’s ancient lion, and he felt the hairline fracture run from the lion’s eye to its tail, a jagged scar that split the metal with a sound like a dry branch snapping in...
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