The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ledger is heavy, bound in cracked leather that smells of dried blood and iron, and I hold it against my chest as if it were a shield against the wind, which is the first thing that is wrong with the salt flats: they do not blow, they push, a solid wall of white air that erases the horizon and makes the distance between here and Veridia feel less like miles and more like a mathematical error...

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