The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You dream of the ledger. The columns are endless. The ink is wet and black and smells of iron. You are not in the dream. You are in the office. The light is grey and flat. It comes from the skylight above the sorting room. You are Margaret. You are the woman who checks the numbers. You are the one who does not look up. The machine hums. It is a large beast of brass and glass. It eats the forms....

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