The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost had turned the garden glass into a jagged mirror, and you were breaking it with your bare hands, the shards biting into your palms as you clawed at the frozen soil to save the last of the winter bulbs, your breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps that misted in the cold air while your wife, Eleanor, watched from the doorway with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face a mask of...

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