The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain on the windowpane was a soft, gray weeping. Margaret wiped her glasses. The fog cleared for a second. Then it returned. She sat in the corner of the archive room, a space so small the walls felt like they were breathing against her chest. The air smelled of dust and old paper, a scent that had long since become part of her skin. She held the manuscript. It was thin. Fragile. Like a...

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