The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The apple hung low. It was red. It was whole. Elias stood beneath it. He was small. His hands trembled. "Careful," said the voice. It came from the leaves. It was old. It was kind. It was not human. Elias reached up. His fingers brushed the skin. It was cool. It was firm. He pulled. The stem snapped. The apple fell into his palm. It was heavy. It was warm. "Keep it," the voice said. "Do not eat...

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