The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain against the windowpane of the attic room is not merely weather, it is a rhythmic, insistent knocking that sounds suspiciously like the tapping of a fingernail against a skull, and you sit in the center of the floorboards, your back pressed against the cold wood, holding the object in your lap with a grip that has long since bled your fingers white and raw, the leather of the thing warm...

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