The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain slicks the asphalt. You walk. The soles of your boots crunch on the gravel. You are looking for a coat. A specific coat. Tan wool. Heavy. Worn. The elbows are frayed. The lining is gone. You have seen it in the warehouse. You have seen it in the evidence locker. You have seen it in the mind of the man who wore it. He is dead now. Or maybe he is not. The line is thin. The line is...

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