The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that turned the brick facades of the university into soft, bleeding watercolors. Arthur sat in his office, the windows locked against the chill, and listened to the silence that had replaced the clatter of the printing press. For forty years, he had lived inside the margins, in the white space between the words, where the...

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