The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You hold the ledger. It is heavy. The leather spine cracks under your thumb. You are in the office. The air smells of dust and old ink. Outside, the rain hammers the glass. You are Margaret. You are the clerk. You are the keeper of the numbers. The door opens. Thomas enters. He does not knock. He never knocks. He is tall. His coat is wet. He looks at the ledger. He looks at you. “Is it ready?”...

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