The Golden Master
Act I The salt pans of the coast stretched out like hammered silver under the low sun, a vast, blinding expanse where the air tasted of iron and brine. Men in straw hats moved in slow, deliberate lines, raking the crystallized salt into heaps that gleamed with a harsh, sterile light. It was a landscape of absolute clarity, where every shadow was sharp and every surface reflected the sky with an...
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