The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The workshop smelled of dust and old varnish. It was a smell that clung to the skin, stubborn as guilt. Elias sat in the corner, his hands resting on his knees. They were rough hands. The nails were short. The cuticles were peeling. He did not move. He had been sitting there for an hour. The rain tapped against the single, high window. It was a rhythmic sound. A soft, persistent drumming....

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