The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The air in the glasshouse did not smell of soil or rotting leaves, as one might expect in a place so overgrown with the wild tangle of ferns and climbing ivy, but instead carried a metallic sweetness, like the taste of copper coins held too long under the tongue, a scent that settled deep in the lungs and refused to leave even when I stepped back into the grey drizzle of the ordinary world. I...

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