The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bus shuddered to a halt. Rain slicked the glass. Elliot pressed his forehead against the cold pane. He looked out at the gray expanse of the town. It was a place of rust and silence. He adjusted the strap of his bag. Inside, the fabric was stiff. It held the weight of his dignity. It held the weight of his life. He stepped off. The air tasted of metal. It tasted of ozone. It tasted of...

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