The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"Look at the light." It fell through the high arched window. It sliced the dust. It turned the air to gold. Elias stood by the bed. He held a glass of water. His hand did not shake. He never shook. He was a man of fixed structures. A scholar of syntax. A keeper of forms. The room was white. The walls were white. The sheets were white. Only the light was not. It moved. It crawled across the...

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