The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house stood on the ridge like a broken tooth. I looked at it from the car. The paint was peeling in long, gray strips. The porch sagged under the weight of years. The windows were dark. I knew them. I had seen them in my dreams for twenty years. They were the eyes of a ghost that would not close. My name is Thomas. I was a soldier once. Then I was a cop. Now I am just a man in a bad car,...

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