The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smudged the neon lights of the city into long, bleeding streaks against the wet asphalt, and I stood in the doorway of the studio, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had finally broken after forty years of trying to shatter it. I looked down at the brass...

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