The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The recording studio sat at the end of a cul-de-sac in North London that the maps had forgotten—a brick and glass box perched between a decommissioned WWII bunker and a car yard that smelled permanently of motor oil and rain. Eleanor Voss had inherited it the way people inherit cheekbones or a tendency toward melancholy: without asking, without quite knowing what to do with it. She was a...

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