The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The kettle screamed. It was a high, thin sound. Like a bird trapped in the chimney. I turned the valve. The steam hissed into the cold air. My brother sat at the table. He looked thin. His hands rested on the wood. They were pale. Veins stood out like blue rivers on a map. He did not move. "You are late," he said. "I am here," I replied. My name is Elias. I am the doctor. He is the patient. But...

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