The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the outside world into a blur of wet asphalt and headlight glare. Inside the interrogation room, the air was still and smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of fear. I sat across from a man whose face was a map of lines drawn by years of sun and silence, and I watched the clock on the wall tick with the...

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