The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The dream had a smell of wet plaster and copper, a metallic tang that coated the back of Clara’s throat before she even opened her eyes, and in the grey half-light of the bedroom she could feel the house breathing around her, its joists creaking like the arthritic knees of an old man rising from a chair, while the wallpaper, that heavy, damask pattern of peonies that her late husband had chosen...

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