The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream always began with the taste of copper and wet earth, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias’s throat before he even opened his eyes. He woke in the small, stone-walled cell that served as his quarters, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair, which were not wood but bark, rough and golden, fused seamlessly into the flesh of his forearms. The winter solstice was three...

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