The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the world outside the window of the small, rented cottage into a blur of mud and dying leaves, and I sat there, holding the heavy, iron-bound book in my lap, feeling its weight settle into my bones with a dull, rhythmic thud that matched the beating of my own heart, which had begun to stutter and skip like a bird...

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