The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The axe bit deep into the oak. I swung again. The wood splintered with a sound like a bone breaking. My arms burned. The sweat stung my eyes. I could not stop. If I stopped, the noise would start. The noise that lived in the walls. The noise that lived in my blood. "Stop, Thomas," said my father. He stood in the doorway of the barn. He did not come closer. He only watched. His face was pale....

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